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maury mayne – cookin’ lyrics

[intro]
ugh, maury

[chorus]
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
my dope in the building
my dope in the bushes
that dope in the air
these b+tches don’t care
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
my dope in the building
my dope in the bushes
that dope in the air
these b+tches don’t care

[verse 1]
drop that bag off, right at that corner
know i gotta go get that bag mayne, in the corona
man these b+tches lookin sad, actin like thеy don’t wana
none of these b+tchеs they taking the jab, they go sit in the sauna
i need that work i need that cash, i don’t play bout my money
frontin these b+tches they kickin’ it back, on the first of the month
i know a b+tch that run it back by the end of the week, i break her off she throw it back cause she sweet on me
i keep it airtight, don’t n0body know bout me
gotta catch a d+mn flight, i be chilling in miami
i’m watching dogs fights, rollin dice
i don’t ever wear my ice, keep a rugar on thigh
if i up it you gone die
big spender, when i’m at the club
b+tches taking pictures, of all of us
got these twin sisters, they show me love
now they in my kitchen, tryna show me something
[chorus]
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
my dope in the building
my dope in the bushes
that dope in the air
these b+tches don’t care
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
my dope in the building
my dope in the bushes
that dope in the air
these b+tches don’t care

[verse 2]
these b+tches don’t care
these b+tches they lying
that’s why i pimp slap that b+tch she got out of line
she text me all that good sh+t, she know that i’m fine
she know what she did, she know what she doing, she apologized
she losing her mind, that i cut her off
burberry bag, i’m taking a loss
i’ma motherf+ckin boss
i want it all, uh oh
i’m finna ball, uh oh
mardi gras, uh oh
you ain’t sh+t if there ain’t no loyalty
way before the money, gang bangers will vouge for me
sh+t is getting lonely, i never sleep
i be counting money, in my sleep
man i think i’m way in too deep
all this motherf+ckin sin around me
pull off in a f+ckin benz, when i leave
shawty is a f+ckin 10, f+cking me
[chorus]
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
my dope in the building
my dope in the bushes
that dope in the air
these b+tches don’t care
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b+tches cookin’ dope, in the building
my dope in the building
my dope in the bushes
that dope in the air
these b+tches don’t care

[outro]
i’m, too s+xy for my shirt
too s+xy for this earth
too s+xy you’ll cum first
i’m s+xy b+tch, yeah
my ex i’m gone curve
too s+xy for your words
too s+xy i got girth
i’m s+xy b+tch

- maury mayne lyrics

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