Cookin' - Blatz, lil Xan, $teven Cannon

Chain assortments

Breaded by Steve

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I been cooking all day

You just cooked the wrong way

I been cooking all day

You ain’t never cooked ayy

You could keep your girl, I’m still gon' cook away

Pussy super flame, my fingers burning man

Ice so super cold I feel like Gucci Mane

Tats up on my face I feel like Gucci Mane

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Pretty boy swag like I’m Soulja

I smoke on that comatose ya

Cook at my mama’s but now that’s a no bruh

I serve out the trap

Might trade in my gold for some platinum

But I’ll keep my diamonds

I’ll keep my boys cause they scrapped up

like a match up

get me a hat trick

I saw your girl, that shit plastic

My shit shoot lights like I’m astrics

I do the plays, call me Madden

Get to the bag that’s a habit

Get to the bag that’s a habit

My bitch straight up out the look book

Ask me how I do it, I ain’t even got a cook book

get your motherfucking wrist took

You live your life every step by the book

I live by recipe know how to cook'

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