Текст песни Cooked - King Tee feat. East Coast Reapers

Lucid on that wave, yeah
East Coast Reapers in this bitch
East Coast Reapers yeah we drip

King got me lit
Under the table she sucking my dick
Bad bitch she going, no never call quits
On top of my dick she spazzing, she having a fit

She going stupid
Shooting my shot, but don't call me Cupid
Pussy so good like I'm dreaming, it's lucid
Pussy so warm, cause a heatstroke, it's humid, stupid

She going dumb
Might eat her pussy and after I'll stick in my thumb
Legs will be numb
Just like the regular, when she comes, she'll always cum

Yeah we feeling good
We good
My girl be in pursuit
Dripping that juice

She open for me
Real smooth
We Reapers getting cooked
We Reapers getting cooked
Cooked, Cooked

She going crazy
Might lock her down, but no, she ain't my lady
It's so insane
She call me Albert Einstein
Cause I give good brain

I am the one
One you can't replace
The one that you think when you cum
I am so nasty
Say yes to anything
Never put anything past me

You know what they say about Tee
(What they say)
Tee, he got the baddest D
(That is true)
That D that fit right down your throat
(Oh yeah)
Make you scream like one dem goats

You know what what say about me
(What they say)
That my voice confuse them for a she
(They wrong)
That my big dick and attitude, rapping skills
And my pay check fucking make me a he

Now listen closely
Let Big Tee tell you a story
It rhyme like a nursery

Call me Minaj
All of y'all my children
Put your babe ass in a nursery

I am the King
No not from England
From Sydney, but that's the same thing

The fuck do you want
Looking at me with those eyes
Better move fore' I stomp

I'm into your body
Once I am into your body
Call me Boy Hottie

Purring out loud
Nickname ya Bugatti
Pussy honours
Graduate a cum laude

Bitch I'm so serious
I am so serious
Look right in both of my eyes
Bitch I'm so serious

Yeah we feeling good
We good
My girl be in pursuit
Dripping that juice

She open for me
Real smooth
We Reapers getting cooked
We Reapers getting cooked
Cooked, Cooked

Up in this track with the King
Ain't stupid
Fuck on your girl
Man she saying that I'm ruthless

Never say I'm useless, nah
Never be a nuisance, yah
Sloppy like toothless
Going through life like I'm youthless
Connect to ghees like I'm Bluetooth

Now I'm passing off the mic to the new king
Got 'em looking like a fucking rapper with that new bling

Grew up on Chillinit
Grew up on Huskii
Grew up on Stormzy
Grew up on Bugsy

Now I am stuck in the game like Jumanji
I take her to lunch
Cause she saying she hungry
Rahhh

I'm taking it down
Life has some smiles
And life has some frowns

Back in the day I was smoking an ounce
Now I'm hitting the track
And I'm making it bounce

Baby come talk
Take her back to the crib
Get her on fours
Start to back up her hips

Got her in my hands
And I'm pashing her lips
I'm taking it slow
When I'm tapping like this

Ass in my hands
Playing like it's toy
Relationship thing
Know I'm tryna avoid

I'm loving the ladies
I'm loving my boys
I'm loving the Reapers
We making some noise

They call me G, some call me -esus
Do what I want, do what I pleases
That ain't shade, not talking trees-es
Put you on blast, blast me on your speakers

I'm fresh right down to my sneakers (Sneakers)
Could shred you down to pieces (Pieces)
But I'm too busy, got too many meetings
But I am hungry, time for a feeding

Yeah we feeling good
We good
My girl be in pursuit
Dripping that juice

She open for me
Real smooth
We Reapers getting cooked
We Reapers getting cooked
Cooked, Cooked

East Coast Reapers on the track
Elision, yeah
Lucid, yeah
LilXMerc, yeah
Haxta
King T Double E

Sheesh
Yeah