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cook up - pressa lyrics

[hook]
them n-gg-s funny, huh?
saint laurent, what’s them n-gg-s on? h-lla large
small circle don’t do hexagons
cookie jar, i need that bread, i need that croissant
what you want? i’m sellin’ sh-t, just like uncle toms
30 glock, on my waist, my pants’ll never sag
50 bags, catch me in my head he got a tag
38, in my pocket i better never jam
mercedes benz, came to senses better never crash

[verse 1]
he be calling up my name, but he ain’t name brand
cook up dope and shoot a n-gg-, with the same hand
he’s just sitting on his money, post the same bandz
so i go in for my bros, i got the same dad
i heard you mad well here’s a cape, go be superman
[?] lost her son and now she super sad
feel like we bring back the dead the way we bouncin’ back
my n-gg-s grab the knife, soon as the cells are crack
and girls who used to diss, they like my boomerang
n-gg-s know we winnin’ you could check the stacks
louie bag, chanel bag, she just want a n-gg- that
can buy that

[hook]
them n-gg-s funny, huh?
saint laurent, what’s them n-gg-s on? h-lla large
small circle don’t do hexagons
cookie jar, i need that bread, i need that croissant
what you want? i’m sellin’ sh-t, just like uncle toms
30 glock, on my waist, my pants’ll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket i better never jam
mercedes benz, came to senses better never crash

[verse 2]
w-ssi sh-t, w-ssi sh-t, we so w-ssi b-tch
40 glock, skinny n-gg-, but it fit my ribs
hit em up, n-gg-s talking like they with the sh-ts
b-tch n-gg-s, he get caught and now he explainin’ sh-t
rainy days, fishy whip, and we slide, we drift
lil’ n-gg-, stash his gun i got a rusty fit
fam please don’t trip, f-ck around get the [?]
diamonds lit, piece look like a pyramid
clip so long, clip so long, clip look like a mile
and the feds, they got my name on file
cookin’ dope, sellin’ dope, where they pay the most?
in the scope, call my phone, and it’s a trap phone

[hook]
them n-gg-s funny, huh?
saint laurent, what’s them n-gg-s on? h-lla large
small circle don’t do hexagons
cookie jar, i need that bread, i need that croissant
what you want? i’m sellin’ sh-t, just like uncle toms
30 glock, on my waist, my pants’ll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket i better never jam
mercedes benz, came to senses better never crash

- pressa lyrics

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