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THE COOK UP (BASED REMIX)
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Lil B
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Ain't no f**kin' janitor if my brodie got that mop She just wanna ride, I tell her, "Shordy get on top" Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on cots We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop This is a Richvale radio exclusive World premiere Richvale radio Aye, cook up in it, yo you know it's steady marination Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance Him and I rap but there is no further relation I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron Apron, all my homies steady apin' Banging on my chest Where the camera? Baby tape this She don't get naked for many She told me her body's sacred But she said that Russell finna break it I got enemies everywhere, they got jealousy issues Heard you said some sh*t bout me Your homies better be with you I don't play like every dude, Man I'm already official Shordy ass hella big, super heavy with dimples Ain't no f**kin' janitor if my brodie got that mop She just wanna ride, I tell her, "shordy get on top" Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on kotch We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop, stop Harlem shakin' on my block I've been on the getting, Baby I ain't gon' get got L-M-F-A-O, laughing throwing shots, shots, shots, shots Russell coming live from the motherf**kin' dot Cook up in it, yo you know it's steady marination Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance Him and I rap but there is no further relation I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron Apron, all my homies steady apin' Banging on my chest Where the camera? Baby tape this She don't get naked for many She told me her body's sacred But she said that Russell finna break it Based God, aye Shout out Russell we finna cook up Shout out Daly City man you know I got the hook up Shout out San Fransisco, we got the hookah Shout out my Filipino, my Cambodian brothers Shout out my sisters, I love ya I know the Based God, I got b*t*hes but I don't f**k none Actually I might f**k some Drop top Bentley coupe I swear to god I'm rushing, like a Russian You already know, ooh Lil B for Based God, I swear I'm finna blow up f**k it we blowin' up, going nuts Shout out G-Eazy, we just go dumb, aye Cook up in it, yo you know it's steady marination Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance Him and I rap but there is no further relation I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron Apron, all my homies steady apin' Banging on my chest Where the camera? Baby tape this She don't get naked for many She told me her body's sacred But she said that Russell finna break it, aye Boy lonely, This is a Richvale radio exclusive Let that ride out Russell f**kin' up them streets Sher whippin’ up them beats hey!
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