Sam Tate - Cooking Up (feat. Savagespitflamez)
Bitch yea im cooking upIm tied in with the rap you can look me up
You would think he was checking ivo how I shook em up
Ima dig for the nose like a bugger stuck
Yea you think shit sweet catch a sugar rush
Thought he was gone bounce back but it took him months
How you a grown man and you still musty
My bitch remind me everyday that she can't trust
My bitch remind me everyday that she's very lucky
My bitch remind me everyday but I still don't trust her
Yea savagespitflamez come down to flurries
Yea savagespitflamez but I still aint worried
Yea im talking spicy like I ate some goat curry
Get the goat curried put em in a casket
I hate fake niggas I hate fake asses
I ball on a bitch with some fake lashes
I ball on a bitch it can get tragic
Yea all my niggas shooting this aint march maddness
In the middle of the summer anything can happen
I herd yo cousin bleed out he ran outta napkins
And you barley in the field like dwayne haskins
And you know im from the city I aint talking vatican
Cant fuck with no rat because they'll rat again
Choppa hit his whip I reverse traffic then
Ill reverse this clip better fast forward it
You hear this big bitch yelling it is not for norbit
Stick in his mouth it is not orbit
What goes around comes around watch the earth orbit
I was stuck in quicksand I am not morray
How the fuck I fe better ask shorty
How the fuck get out better ask shorty
A knock a nigga out his lane better ask tory
Naw I don't want yo bitch she is not for me
I got the new machete I feel like Jason voorhess
Why you think yo bitch complaining about her sore knees
Feeling like Miguel all these hoes adore me
Yea most you niggas is corny
Thats why I got even listen to y'all music
Im a real one little nigga don't confuse it
Y'all niggas pray to a fat nigga y'all some buddhist
Written by:
Samuel Tate
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