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Cook Book

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Gucci Mane Canonical path: /gucci-mane/cook-book Related lyric paths: 6
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Cook Book

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Its gucci too warm

Im trying to fuck me two cousins

I try to model their living

I turn them into new cousins

I think i'm buzzing i'm tripping

My prescription need fixing

Got a codeine addiction

What the hell i admit it

I got playboy subscription

I might check out them bitches

After the stripper went broke

I'ma slap one of those bitches

I got a cocain connection

Buy the cheapest a chicken

But he a stubborn old bastard

You got to pay him his ticket

I got a chick that be boosting

"give me gucci and vinni"

I pay for that but the pussy

And the head don't cost me a penny

I think i'm growing on this pack

This shit hell a stash

I need to get me a mag

Because they keep rolling up cash

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook

Its just another recipe out the cook book

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook

Its just another recipe out the cook book

Today i'm cooking yams

Yesterday were greens

I take dirty money

Try to make it clean

Shoebox full of twenties

Spent that on a watch

One thing about my menu

We never selling squash

I was fifteen

After selling rocks

Running back and forth

The cars trying to (?) the locks

Fishscale order

This is straight yola

When the shit glitter

It take the most soda

5 bricks, 50 p's in a toyota

Baby mama drive i hope she don't get pulled over

If she do she know the bid i only fuck with soldiers

She aint got shit to say

Just like i told her

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook

Its just another recipe out the cook book

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook

Its just another recipe out the cook book

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook

Its just another recipe out the cook book

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook

Its just another recipe out the cook book

He say he hotter than laflare

Then he got to prove it

I put shoes on my old school

Just to do it

From a buick to a beamer coup

I had to lose it

I lost the top and left the lot

Playing gospel music (psyche)

I'm not gonna lie

I was listening to that boosie

I scream gucci

You can call me bluey

Light hit the ice

And you can call me huey

Girl sticking to the kid

Cause my game gluey

The po po told i took a hoe down

Patrick ewing

But i aint talking to the law

I didn't do the shooting

You guys got to get on your job

You've got to prove it

I'm gone with this firearm

I might just abuse it

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook

Just another recipe out the cook book

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