D$b Reggie - Cook up

Nigga talkin shit told that pussy boy To hush up
My gang staying in shape cuz all Them niggas know is push up
They was talkin down, now all these Folks they gotta they look up
No Paula Dean I cannot stand you Niggas finna cook up
Nigga talkin shit told that pussy boy To hush up
My gang staying in shape cuz all Them niggas know is push up
They was talkin down, now all these Folks they gotta they look up
No Paula Dean I cannot stand you Niggas finna cook up
Talkin that shit, got hit in lip, cook His ass up like some spam
These niggas be mad, these nigga be Hating and jelly
But rlly I don't give a Jam, ouu I mean damn
13 shots no bam
Tax a nigga like I'm Sam, aye
They rockin they head on this beat
Ouu I ace this hoe like an exam
They said they wasn't feeling me, I Told that boy to stop it
Big racks like thigh pad, so I don't Carry wallets
Put yo homeboy on a tee, them Niggas sweet so they gone crop it
On this beat i feel like grease because A nigga steady popping
I'm just real being real, said this shit Don't seem right
No I can not stop cuz all my niggas know is green lights
Going MLK I said I'm striving for the Dream life
This shit like the Tipton, you know I'm living a sweet life
Nigga talkin shit told that pussy boy To hush up
My gang staying in shape cuz all Them niggas know is push up
They was talkin down, now all these Folks they gotta they look up
No Paula Dean I cannot stand you Niggas finna cook up
Nigga talkin shit told that pussy boy To hush up
My gang staying in shape cuz all Them niggas know is push up
They was talkin down, now all these Folks they gotta they look up
No Paula Dean I cannot stand you Niggas finna cook up

Written by:
Reggie Williams

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