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

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    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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