Cook Book

Gucci Mane

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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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