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lil nza - cook that lyrics

in the back of the trap b#tch im cookin it
you can give me that pack and you know im pushing it
i can post on your block b#tch you know im fluttering
i can take your b#tch but you know im f#ckin her
ot on the road even road even tho its risky
walk down take everything i ain’t picky
re up in the spot ion care if its shishky
(lets go, lets go, lets go)
perc got me high like a blimp
pourin up in the lot b#tch i feel like a pimp
purple rain in the room i ain’t talkin no prince
takin yo sh#t yo skit
trappin out the stix
with my dogs like vick
dont touch my cup can’t sip
ain’t tryna f#ck b#tch give jibs

same day last year and im still the same jit
up a eighth hit a up we load the site hit the bit
huh, take his sh#t now the boy look sick
and he thought he had wock but i sold that boy vicks
i just slapped that boy now he crying for his sh#t back
h#ll nah lil boy you can get ya lil brick back
i jus popped 2 percs rps like a tic tac
we got rpgs, ars, and big macs
you got prop guns
we got let off the shots watch the opps run
we gon bend down the block watch ya not come
pssht, its gon be hilarious
beat him on camera that boy look embarr#ssed
shot him he spun and he dropped like a ferris
and most of these n#ggas surround like a ferret
if it ain’t bout a bag then i don’t wanna hear it
i been high off exotic im seen my spirit

- lil nza lyrics

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