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cook laflare – marz lyrics

[intro: cook laflare]
mars
yeah
yeah
ooh
yeah

[chorus: cook laflare]
let’s go to mars, i finesse like bruno mars
ayy, we be ridin’ lams like bumper cars
i’m a nice guy, that revolver in the cookie jar
love me in a special way like i’m chico debarge
the blues on my head like marge, i bet my soldiers march
i ate that p-ssy in my new wraith and now she seein’ stars
pourin’ tech, not pourin’ par, everything you do subpar
me and my n-ggas been juggin’ for a while, hundreds old like dinosaurs

[verse 1: cook laflare]
gl-sses up, toast to eliminatin’ like all my threats
cl-sses up, toast to the perfect b-tch, i ain’t met her yet
she done stayed true for a lil’ while, you don’t respect her yet
me and my crew, we not stoppin’ ’til we catchin’ them jets
pourin’ on dew, say if i’m feelin’ turned up, might f-ck her more wet
wanna know somethin’ ’bout a n-gga, grab his b-tch ’cause that’s where all secrets kept
i got more money, got more problems, got more pride
i got more snakes tryna attack a n-gga from the outside
i got more snakes on gucci collar, this ain’t coconut
we not showin’ no love, tryna replace your plug
these f-ck n-ggas might try but they can’t fake real love
i done turned to the plug, ’cause i was raised by thugs

[verse 2: ar fiteen]
i’m so up right now, i’m on another planet
you can’t just ask for this sh-t, you gotta demand it
i done had bricks with the rolex crown stampin’
prayin’ i don’t get pulled over in a transit
uh, tell smokey go get the drugs
pour some more lean in my cup
pop two percs, one not enough
ain’t no n-ggas raw as us
ain’t no dope that i don’t cut
ain’t no b-tch i wanna cuff
i can’t be no officer

- cook laflare lyrics

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