[Verse 1: Lil Xan] 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
[Verse 2] 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'
[Hook] Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin' Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin' Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin' Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin' Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin' Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin' Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin' Cook, cook, cook, cook, cookTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
