Cook County lyrics

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[Bridge: Tha God Fahim]
n*ggas love the style man
Tell the truth n*gga
This some fly sh*t n*gga
You know what I'm sayin'?
n*ggas don't even know what to do with the wave
n*ggas love the style n*gga
We got all kinda sh*t, all kinda ways to come at you n*ggas
You know what I'm sayin', that ill sh*t, that raw sh*t n*gga
You know you love this sh*t, don't front
Know you love the style
It's Tha-motherf*ckin'-God!
Yo

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I'm cooking again, you can't copy, I'm cooking again
Like Emeril Lagasse, season the broccoli
Got hangovers
We sipping on flamethrowers, Molotov c*cktails
Crimson fabric on the dinner table
I'm cooking like Bronson on cable
Crush red peppers on the tile with the bagels
You the type of n*gga get fed under the table, you's a animal
I pin the nail on the tail then hammer you
You're mind-boggled
Shinobi eye night vision goggles
Steady looking for triggers to toggle
I never graduated, schools I hated, mics get mutilated
Compare my style to aromatics
Masses awaited my return
Shrouded in gold, bedazzled clothes got my shining like Sierra Leone
Plot I come for your dome
Ammo fly through your home
Should've left me alone, muh'f*cka
[Outro: Tha God Fahim]
You know, it's Tha-motherf*ckin'-God, n*gga
Mach-Hommy, n*gga
We cooking again
We cooking again
I said, we cooking again
I said, we cooking again
We cooking again
All you f*ck-ass n*ggas, man
I'm out