| Who you know more booked than me?
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| Who you know leave these hoes more shook than me?
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| Nobody out here turnin' more looks than me
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| Who you know wrote the cook book, that be me
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| Yeah, that be me
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| Who you know wrote the cook book, that be me
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| Yeah, Burger B, wrote the cook book, that be me
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| Call her platypus, Burger servin' pussy on a plate
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| Platypus, Burger servin' pussy on a plate
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| Call her platypus, Burger servin' pussy on a plate
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| Burger servin' pussy on a plate
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| No panties
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| Stacked like a pantry
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| Don’t make me call my auntie
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| She gone give you a spankin'
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| Fuck was you thankin'
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| Questioning my ranking
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| My shit loud in the ground, burger be dankin'
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| Pee U your shit is stankin'
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| I’m clankin' clankin' Franklins on the way to the bankin'
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| That chick from Queens y’all don’t know nothin bout it
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| I’m the only chick in high school that looked like I had a stylist
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| Gotta clean up this city, no garbage man
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| But instead you could call me catwoman
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| Only difference got on bamboo’s and Timberland
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| My city, call it Burger B’s wonderland |