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cook laflare – i8 lyrics

[produced by rakz]

[intro]
(gamerboy!)
who is in the driveway
ugly -ss n-gg- in a litty -ss i8
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
aye, aye, aye, aye

[hook]
foreigns in the driveway
ugly -ss n-gg- in a litty -ss i8
she love the way my foreigns skate
up and down the interstate
on the way back with them k’s
hating, that’s a b-tch trait
n-gg-s looking for them packs, i got gas like gin-bili
all these bud prices got the streets in a choker
b-tches on my d-ck ’cause i’m ballin’ just like ocho
they didn’t want a record, i didn’t sauced up till i was solo

[verse 1]
lamborghinis, you never seen it
foreigns in bikinis, i got game like luigi
countin’ money, it’s therapeutic
my gate is closed, the game is h-tting in the music
don’t p-ss me no prescription ’cause i might abuse it
it’s a hard job but somebody gotta do it
that glock my bodyguard, word to whitney houston
say you got a movement, but your movement never moving
put some money on your head, that’s an execution
flexin on the gram, call that an illusion
i’ve been winning so long, i know you sick of losing
poppin’ bottles in the club we was the first to do it

[verse 2]
trappin’ is my occupation
i sit by myself, i call that isolation
fired in a plane, call that aviation
told my og i want m’s, he told me cook be patient
junkies in the hallway, foreigns in the driveway
cookie in the ashtray
which way, tell that b-tch the my way
know i sold a lot of plays, swear to god we all street
higher than the stars, call that outta limit
i don’t do pradas, these them raf simons
i take a trip to cali, then it’s back to business
i took a couple losses, but it’s back to winning

- cook laflare lyrics

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