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cook - fatlip lyrics

[verse 1]
seen you in the club, doing the rub-a-dub
looking for some trouble having fun
laughing, giggling, with your -ss wiggling
thinking to myself, h-ll yeah she’s the one
young and tender, slender, far from ugly-
lovely- female gender
i send ya a drink from across the bar, wink-wink, i’m feeling up to par
so i approach you, like i’m supposed to
cause you’re the type i like to get close to
go back to my chateaus
for a late night night snack sip a little merlot
blackened salmon salad with croûtons
conversate ’til dawn on a fifty dollar futon
me and you ’til the sunrise
i’m looking in your eyes, thinking of your thighs

[hook]
hey baby do you think maybe
that one day you could be my lady?
you look good, can you cook?
let me put your number in my phone book

[verse 2]
first date, large, it look great
five star spot, five hundred a plate
play the role like i’m ballin’
your body callin’
so i spend a little cash money like a n-gga from new orleans
i see you fallin’ for the old fatlip charm
feelin my arm, checking my strength
feeling my leg
checking my length, uh
hot d-mn you a dime like one tenth of a dollar
lookin’ like a young paula abdul
fools follow you try to holla, at you
that’s you ain’t nothing new
beautiful way back molested at two
but i don’t really care about the past
i just want this thing right here to last
i mastered my d-ck
don’t get enthusiastic
or blast too quick and bust off too fast

[hook x2]]

[talking]
i just want to talk to you right here baby…
what’s going on with you…
naw, i seen, i seen you, i seen you the other night..
you know what i’m saying…
i wanted to, uh, get at you or whatever…
but you know (check it out)…

[verse 3]
see i need you
see, see we do
anything you please
i’ll be your hercules
(anything you please, i’ll be your hercules)

please, i ain’t too proud to beg
(please, i ain’t too proud to beg)

sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg
(sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg)

drinking all alone coronas by the keg

i vaguely recall the last call i received
or exactly when my last ej-cul-tion was achieved
without the -ssist of a hole in my fist
it’s almost as if s-x doesn’t exist
but that’s only half of the whole thing
i need a queen to respect the king
wear my ring, bear my offspring
bring me meals morning and evening

[hook x4]

- fatlip lyrics

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