Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cook It Down , by - Pusha T. Song from the album Wrath of Caine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.11.2014
Record label: landscape
Song language: English
Cook It Down |
| I went ahead and asked God for forgiveness |
| So now I’m just asking you to listen |
| I’m living in a World where my truth can be my lynching |
| Last words «fuck you all"feel the ropes tension |
| I’ll never compromise, in it til the powder dries |
| Best friends drowned in quick sand and help you cowards rise |
| I floss in their honor, there legacy’s in bottles |
| Make them walk like there 30 years is right around the corner |
| We was all fucking Shawna, you and E was fucking on her |
| I was jealous when you both said her mouth was like piranha |
| Yeaugh, spend money like we print money |
| Buck fifty on the car, that’s little dick money |
| The AC is forever broke, that’s vent money |
| Cocaine snowballed from gambling my rent money |
| Everyday struggle get money, get the crown for |
| Always thinking big now they praying for downfall |
| Say you telling on me |
| Told them folks bout me |
| All this coke round me |
| Like it floats round me |
| Cook it down, cook it down |
| You know that I cook it down, cook it down |
| Everytime I come around. |
| I just bought the house |
| Put the pent on it |
| No rent couple hundred spent on it |
| Cook it down, cook it down |
| You that I cook it down, cook it down |
| Everytime I come around. |
| Got me loooking at the crown from a birdseye view |
| Cause I hit the ground running from the birds I flew |
| No I’m standing at the top from the words I drew |
| Rap shit’ll drive you crazy, it done drove Shine’s you |
| Mazel tov, now I’m hotter than a Molotov |
| Tell Lyor I need a million for my monologues |
| I small price for my cocaine catalogue |
| Scout the coupe like a tomohawk |
| Travelodge stories |
| I pray that you ignore me |
| If you can’t feel the joy off a hustler in his glory |
| Hiding money in a wall from the first to third story |
| ATL, Glenridge, condo’s true story |
| A man of everything that I say I am |
| A little better than the fans, hope and pray I am |
| We the jokers out the deck and just play my hand |
| Smokers getting stuck and going nuts |
| Like it’s peter pan |
| Say you telling on me |
| Told them folks bout me |
| All this coke round me |
| Like it floats round me |
| Cook it down, cook it down |
| You know that I cook it down, cook it down |
| Everytime I come around. |
| I just bought the house |
| Put the pent on it |
| No rent couple hundred spent on it |
| Cook it down, cook it down |
| You that I cook it down, cook it down |
| Everytime I come around. |