Cook lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa baby, G.B.E baby

[Chorus]
Cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
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Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope

[Verse 1]
In the AMG, lookin' like I cook dope
Since I'm a f*cking pimp, I'ma need a good hoe
Catch your ass lackin', give your ass some good smoke
The b*tch up in this foreign will give your ass some good throat
The b*tch up in the trap will give your ass a good pack
The shooter ridin' with me get your ass in a bag
Beef ain't really nothin', nah, really it's a snack
Before I made it here, I was runnin' through the packs
Runnin' thru the racks up in Saks, it's a fact
To ride presidential, I done blacked out the 'lac
Put the rover up and I done backed out the back
Told 'em send the fiends to the back house for crack
I hop up out the whip, look like I sell controlled substances
When she see the ice, I bet I leave the b*tch like, ''Oh, sh*t!''
Lookin' like the plug, 'cause I'm really on my boss sh*t
Trapper on my lap, just in case I have to bust sh*t
[Chorus]
Cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
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Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope

[Verse 2]
Got a hundred bags, served all dimes
Got a thousand more of those, call the line
Snowman, I want seventeen fives
Why a dealership tellin' me lies?
Told me that my trunk was up in the front
But it's in the back, b*tches think it's summer
Slide the van doors, beat a n*gga drum
I promise you won't even see a n*gga comin'
'Cause I move like Obama, probably f*cked your mama
Saw a bad b*tch walkin', she want me to run up
She saw the falcon stripes down the middle of the foreign
Saw the fire out the pipes then Ii knew that b*tch was goin'
Don't make me hit your college, f*ck your b*tch up in your dorm
I don't even know her, too many b*tches in my phone
Let me cut this Marvin on, that mean we can get it on
You know b*tches love dope, that's why they can't leave me 'lone
[Chorus]
Cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
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Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope