It's Kaz on the beat
Oh yeah I like this one Kaz
Ugh Ugh Ugh Ugh
Cook aye come here
How I'm feeling today
Whew whew whew
Cool little shawty and she thick, cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick, on my sleeve
I can't lie I'm tired and I'm sick, but that's on me
Why these nigga slimed out my jit, clock that tea
Why he playing hard but he a bitch family tree
Why I keep that rod in my mix come and see
Link up wit a opp, for a opp yes I did
He won't come outside
F*ck it shoot up where he live
Judge a give me life
If he know about what I did
But I'm gone get my knife
Soon as they book me in
Know I stand on ten
Mutha f*ck a friend
I pull up with twin
In a striker fin
Young nigga still hard body
Say he want smoke but I doubt it
That boy he a fib
Watch that boy renig
Turned him to a cig
Doing all that talking ain't getting no get back
In the cut with La Hot geeked up where yo bitch at
Broke ass nigga you know you the 6th man
Don't want the stack it don't come in the rubber band
He must've thought I was one of them other men
Do what I want don't believe me I'll show you man
I get that green Luigi Notredame
Please don't tell nobody
Labels keep on calling me but f*ck it I'm not signing
I f*cking up a sack got it back off of rhyming
Niggas talking this talking that but they ain't tried me
Cool little shawty and she thick, cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick, I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick, I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick, on my sleeve
Cool little shawty and she thick cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick, I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick, I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick on my sleeve
I can't lie I'm tired and I'm sick, but that's on me
Why these niggas slimed out my jit clock that tea
Why he playing hard but he a bitch family tree
Why I keep that rod in my mix come and see
Hotboi Ty - Cook 'N Clean Lyrics
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English
It's Kaz on the beat
Oh yeah I like this one Kaz
Ugh Ugh Ugh Ugh
Cook aye come here
How I'm feeling today
Whew whew whew
Cool little shawty and she thick, cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick, on my sleeve
I can't lie I'm tired and I'm sick, but that's on me
Why these nigga slimed out my jit, clock that tea
Why he playing hard but he a bitch family tree
Why I keep that rod in my mix come and see
Link up wit a opp, for a opp yes I did
He won't come outside
F*ck it shoot up where he live
Judge a give me life
If he know about what I did
But I'm gone get my knife
Soon as they book me in
Know I stand on ten
Mutha f*ck a friend
I pull up with twin
In a striker fin
Young nigga still hard body
Say he want smoke but I doubt it
That boy he a fib
Watch that boy renig
Turned him to a cig
Doing all that talking ain't getting no get back
In the cut with La Hot geeked up where yo bitch at
Broke ass nigga you know you the 6th man
Don't want the stack it don't come in the rubber band
He must've thought I was one of them other men
Do what I want don't believe me I'll show you man
I get that green Luigi Notredame
Please don't tell nobody
Labels keep on calling me but f*ck it I'm not signing
I f*cking up a sack got it back off of rhyming
Niggas talking this talking that but they ain't tried me
Cool little shawty and she thick, cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick, I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick, I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick, on my sleeve
Cool little shawty and she thick cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick, I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick, I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick on my sleeve
I can't lie I'm tired and I'm sick, but that's on me
Why these niggas slimed out my jit clock that tea
Why he playing hard but he a bitch family tree
Why I keep that rod in my mix come and see
Oh yeah I like this one Kaz
Ugh Ugh Ugh Ugh
Cook aye come here
How I'm feeling today
Whew whew whew
Cool little shawty and she thick, cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick, on my sleeve
I can't lie I'm tired and I'm sick, but that's on me
Why these nigga slimed out my jit, clock that tea
Why he playing hard but he a bitch family tree
Why I keep that rod in my mix come and see
Link up wit a opp, for a opp yes I did
He won't come outside
F*ck it shoot up where he live
Judge a give me life
If he know about what I did
But I'm gone get my knife
Soon as they book me in
Know I stand on ten
Mutha f*ck a friend
I pull up with twin
In a striker fin
Young nigga still hard body
Say he want smoke but I doubt it
That boy he a fib
Watch that boy renig
Turned him to a cig
Doing all that talking ain't getting no get back
In the cut with La Hot geeked up where yo bitch at
Broke ass nigga you know you the 6th man
Don't want the stack it don't come in the rubber band
He must've thought I was one of them other men
Do what I want don't believe me I'll show you man
I get that green Luigi Notredame
Please don't tell nobody
Labels keep on calling me but f*ck it I'm not signing
I f*cking up a sack got it back off of rhyming
Niggas talking this talking that but they ain't tried me
Cool little shawty and she thick, cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick, I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick, I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick, on my sleeve
Cool little shawty and she thick cook and clean
Pardon me for thinking with my dick, I'm on beans
Show that boy how to get sturdy with that stick, I'm OG
Show that boy I can dirty like this blick on my sleeve
I can't lie I'm tired and I'm sick, but that's on me
Why these niggas slimed out my jit clock that tea
Why he playing hard but he a bitch family tree
Why I keep that rod in my mix come and see
Writer: Tyree Robinson
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