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dcook - oh baby 2.0 lyrics

(verse 1)
when i pull up, you know im gunna go the hardest
when i pull out, you know that b-tch she the hottest
f-ckin’ rocking round, with nothing to do
trying to figure it all out and find a f-cking clue. tryna’ get me grand daddy brew, a couple s-xy screws, and a big bottle of jim bean, chuggin’ down all that f-ckin whiskey. every fine b-tch you know she f-ckin’ wit me, tryna’ to get wit me, she ask can i jump up onto yo d-ck please
i said, you gotta compensate for that sh-tty f-ckin’ evenin’, time to hop on and start pleasin’. this b-tch is f-ckin fiending, and she itchin’ for another hittin’, fo’ some more smokin’, s-xy b-tch heavy toking. she makin’ me go locomotive by the way she moves, by the way brews, she could make a happy scrooge mcduck, racking in the bucks, slapping all those buts. got this one b-tch tweeking and the other 4 twearkin, all your, sh-t is used and worn, .45 smoking, i’ll leave you torn and broken. b-tch -ss f-ck

(verse 2)
seein me go hard, going ham in the club
seein me post up, thrownin it down like i own the place
ima throw up, all this cash,into the sp-ce
cook yo -ss a meal, 25k right on the plate
you see these little scruffles and freckles, remember this face
lets drop this
you better prepare for the time of yo life
mix in some codiene with a lil’ bit of this sprite
lean back, watch the world go by
we can pump ready to die
cuz we ready to lie, in that coffin
lets let it all spin around, watch the screen melt down, im comin’ down
let see what we got, lets see what’s hot, lets see whats not
, im like the dead sea barely even movin’, i’m like a vegitable, so edibale. throw her on my d-ck, throwin her on that pedastal. you messin with a heavy hitter, so back up before this sh-t gets bitter. you a b-tch -ss f-g, call you smithers. messing with the wrong crew, you get what you deserve, get its when its due. not like i give a f-ck, everything that’s being rocked is new
i ain’t got the hottest cl!ck or the dopest crew, but they are there for me, yo, that’s what families do

(hook) x 4
oh baby, stay wit’ me, stay wit me’

(verse 3)
blood shed, love spread, countin cheese, stacking bread. end of the day, getting head in my bed. callin yo girl over, hit 5 on that speed dial, im the judge, callin shots, putting yo -ss on trial. making decision, better look out for the repercussion, none of it up for discussion
i don’t care if you people be judging, ima just do me, i don’t wanna be you. you just wanna be me. making money, smoking weed, rollin in on some 22’s. you a dirty joke, f-ckin april fools. usefull as a belt full of broken tools. ahahaha make you all look like fools

(hook)x 4
oh baby, stay wit me. stay wit me

first recorded track. dcook b-tch. watch out, im coming for you all

- dcook lyrics

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