Blatz, lil Xan, $teven Cannon - Cookin'

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Breaded by Steve
Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
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Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
Cook, cook, cook, cook, cook
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
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, cook
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'
Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
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Cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin', cookin'
Cook, cook, cook, cook, cook