Lyrics Cookin' - Blatz, lil Xan, $teven Cannon

Cookin'

Chain assortments
Breaded by Steve
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I been cooking all day
You just cooked the wrong way
I been cooking all day
You ain’t never cooked ayy
You could keep your girl, I’m still gon' cook away
Pussy super flame, my fingers burning man
Ice so super cold I feel like Gucci Mane
Tats up on my face I feel like Gucci Mane
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Pretty boy swag like I’m Soulja
I smoke on that comatose ya
Cook at my mama’s but now that’s a no bruh
I serve out the trap
Might trade in my gold for some platinum
But I’ll keep my diamonds
I’ll keep my boys cause they scrapped up
like a match up
get me a hat trick
I saw your girl, that shit plastic
My shit shoot lights like I’m astrics
I do the plays, call me Madden
Get to the bag that’s a habit
Get to the bag that’s a habit
My bitch straight up out the look book
Ask me how I do it, I ain’t even got a cook book
get your motherfucking wrist took
You live your life every step by the book
I live by recipe know how to cook'
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