outer concept - cookin up lyrics
[verse 1: the majedi]
we don’t play games b-tch this ain’t hasbro
how the f-ck we all ballin’ wit no cash flow
and i’m an -ssh0l- but don’t give a sh-t
i think you constipated b-tch ’cause you ain’t sh-t!!!!!!
and i ain’t sh-t either i ain’t number 2
i’m number 1 b-tch tell me what the f-ck are you
you ain’t a d-mn thang b-tch better make it right
before i start breaking bad no mister white
this outer concept watch is start a dynasty
i do the best drugs and smoke the finest weed
i lead the rebels to conquer the empire
and my skins pale as f-ck they think i’m a vampire
stick it to the man with pocket knives and molotovs
call my style james dean i’ma rebel without a cause
weed and cigarettes i just love to chain smoke
and b-tch i’m on fire blowing up like james doakes
[hook 2: danny g]
we, f-cking these b-tches not loving these b-tches
a hundred percent for the money my b-tches
i’m l!cking and kissing and sucking these b-tches
the h-rniest pup and i’m humping these b-tches
i’m hotter than tio that tap on the beat yo
i’m bigger than pyramids on top of cleo
i’m getting the guap and guac
they tell me i’m guapo but i know i’m looking like chico
now gimme the booty the t-tties the p-ssy
i’ll beat it eat it up won’t be a wussy
shut the f-ck up! turn up like juicy
then burry me in medellin with the stussy
that’s just the way that it goes, outer concept f-ck all you hoes
majedi, danny garcia and of course roo, roo
[verse 2: rooroodamoonman]
it’s bingham i been ham and always will stay ham
p-ss me the ball i’ma ball like sp-ce jam
all my bad b-tches can i get a hallelujah
if you try to steal my money b-tch i’ma sue ya
makin’ lotta hoopla getting all da mula
after this mixtape i’ll be getting h-lla cooka
f-ck with knives and get cut b-tch i’m freddy kreuger
or we can get down i’ll haduken right through ya
do ya, think that you can f-ck with the moon man
the n-gga that stay higher than sam the toucan
i’m too d-mn turnt to be balling on food stamps
i’m cooking up sh-t with my rooroo poo pan
this is out con get your -ss out my stage
you don’t like what your hear put pause on play
don’t tell me i’m loud you sensitive b-tch
don’t like me at all, you can suck my d-ck
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