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1kdev - let him cook lyrics

[intro]
lemme cook lemme cook real quick lemme cook lemme cook
lemme cook lemme cook real quick lemme cook lemme cook
yea, yea, uh listen up

[verse]
we cookin like this ratatouille but instead we ain’t no rat like da movie
she well kown on da block she must be a smoochie
so what do we do wit dis groupie
“i say toss her groupie ass out da window and let dat hoe stargaze from outside” “now riley” hollup lеt him cook real quick
mixin up like a chef in da kitchеn when i wear all purp you respect my pimpin dirty money mixin it wit da dishes like moneymarr you know we gon mix it stand tall you get put down like a seesaw had yo b+tch riding d+ck like “yeeehaaa”
pourin up 8 spinin out late when i see dat n+gga he catch 9 to da face we gon get a fat dirty hoe to sit on his face
smother him to death we ain’t catchin no case
good luck findin us we dipped outta state
got a 9 like a cop and it sit on my waist
45 on bro hip nd he lettin it spray
no jumanji but we bouta enter da game
get 1 chance at dis you bet not become a stain
catch a shot to da chest now your shirt got a stain
got a pic on da wall like dis da hall of fame
your muva grievin while we smoke to da brain
would’ve thought he was in h+ll cuz we put him on flames
my room so cold all dis ice on my chains
guess what she cheated i found out she said she was framed
“well frame a picture of my stretched out ass” we puttin belt to ass
dey must be dumb we ain’t giving no pass
like a kit+kat we gon break em in half
she thinkin im michael da way i beat it
i blew her back out now she need a treatment
she h+rny as h+ll she called nd said she need it
so we mixin it up like its sprite
[outro]
man she gave me head up on a bike (on a bike)
and she gave me head up on a flight (on a flight)
i love how her pssy was tight (it was tight)
and she tryna send me to da lord (the lord)
she be geekin when she on da floor (on da floor)
you could knock she won’t answer da door (on god)
nd she said her throat never sore (it never sore)
so what ima do ima test da theory (test da theory)
she was right about dat she a d+ck fairy (she a d+ck fairy)
and she a bop so we cannot cuff (nah uh)
we really want to just f+ck (ong)
she gave her neck up we was done and when she left i just smoked me a blunt (i smoked me a blunt)

- 1kdev lyrics

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