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russell! - the cook up (based remix) lyrics

[intro]
ain’t no f+ckin’ janitor if my brodie got that mop
she just wanna ride, i tell her, ”shordy get on top”
used to tour in camry’s, all my homies slept on cots
we was tryna get it, diddy boppin’, it don’t stop
this is a richvale radio exclusive
world premiere
richvale radio

[chorus]
aye, cook up in it, yo you know it’s steady marination
saint laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance
him and i rap but there is no further relation
i chef up like ramsay when he puttin’ on that apr+n
apr+n, all my homies steady apin’
banging on my chest
where the camera? baby tape this
she don’t get naked for many
she told me her body’s sacred
but she said that russell finna break it

[verse 1]
i got enemies everywhere, they got jealousy issues
heard you said some sh+t bout me
your homies better be with you
i don’t play like every dude, man i’m already official
shordy ass h+lla big, super heavy with dimples
ain’t no f+ckin’ janitor if my brodie got that mop
she just wanna ride, i tell her, “shordy get on top”
used to tour in camry’s, all my homies slept on kotch
we was tryna get it, diddy boppin’, it don’t stop, stop
harlem shakin’ on my block
i’ve been on the getting, baby i ain’t gon’ get got
l+m+f+a+o, laughing throwing shots, shots, shots, shots
russell coming live from the motherf+ckin’ dot
[chorus]
cook up in it, yo you know it’s steady marination
saint laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance
him and i rap but there is no further relation
i chef up like ramsay when he puttin’ on that apr+n
apr+n, all my homies steady apin’
banging on my chest
where the camera? baby tape this
she don’t get naked for many
she told me her body’s sacred
but she said that russell finna break it

[verse 2: lil b]
based god, aye
shout out russell we finna cook up
shout out daly city man you know i got the hook up
shout out san fransisco, we got the hookah
shout out my filipino, my cambodian brothers
shout out my sisters, i love ya
i know the based god, i got b+tches but i don’t f+ck none
actually i might f+ck some
drop top bentley coupe
i swear to god i’m rushing, like a russian
you already know, ooh
lil b for based god, i swear i’m finna blow up
f+ck it we blowin’ up, going nuts
shout out g+eazy, we just go dumb, aye
[chorus]
cook up in it, yo you know it’s steady marination
saint laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance
him and i rap but there is no further relation
i chef up like ramsay when he puttin’ on that apr+n
apr+n, all my homies steady apin’
banging on my chest
where the camera? baby tape this
she don’t get naked for many
she told me her body’s sacred
but she said that russell finna break it, aye

[outro]
boy lonely, this is a richvale radio exclusive
let that ride out
russell f+ckin’ up them streets
sher whippin’ up them beats hey!

- russell lyrics

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