Cookin’ Lyrics – Maury Mayne
Singer: Maury Mayne
Title: Cookin’
Ugh, maury
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
My dope in the building
My dope in the bushes
That dope in the air
These b#tches don’t care
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
My dope in the building
My dope in the bushes
That dope in the air
These b#tches don’t care
Drop that bag off, right at that corner
Know i gotta go get that bag mayne, in the corona
Man these b#tches lookin sad, actin like thеy don’t wana
None of these b#tchеs they taking the jab, they go sit in the sauna
I need that work i need that cash, i don’t play bout my money
Frontin these b#tches they kickin’ it back, on the first of the month
I know a b#tch that run it back by the end of the week, i break her off she throw it back cause she sweet on me
I keep it airtight, don’t nobody know bout me
Gotta catch a damn flight, i be chilling in miami
I’m watching dogs fights, rollin dice
I don’t ever wear my ice, keep a rugar on thigh
If i up it you gone die
Big spender, when i’m at the club
b#tches taking pictures, of all of us
Got these twin sisters, they show me love
Now they in my kitchen, tryna show me something
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
My dope in the building
My dope in the bushes
That dope in the air
These b#tches don’t care
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
My dope in the building
My dope in the bushes
That dope in the air
These b#tches don’t care
These b#tches don’t care
These b#tches they lying
That’s why i pimp slap that b#tch she got out of line
She text me all that good sh#t, she know that i’m fine
She know what she did, she know what she doing, she apologized
She losing her mind, that i cut her off
Burberry bag, i’m taking a loss
I’ma motherf#ckin boss
I want it all, uh oh
I’m finna ball, uh oh
Mardi gras, uh oh
You ain’t sh#t if there ain’t no loyalty
Way before the money, gang bangers will vouge for me
sh#t is getting lonely, i never sleep
I be counting money, in my sleep
Man i think i’m way in too deep
All this motherf#ckin sin around me
Pull off in a f#ckin benz, when i leave
Shawty is a f#ckin 10, f#cking me
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
My dope in the building
My dope in the bushes
That dope in the air
These b#tches don’t care
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
b#tches cookin’ dope, in the building
My dope in the building
My dope in the bushes
That dope in the air
These b#tches don’t care
I’m, too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for this earth
Too sexy you’ll c#m first
I’m sexy b#tch, yeah
My ex i’m gone curve
Too sexy for your words
Too sexy i got girth
I’m sexy b#tch
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