paroles de chanson Cookin' My Books - FREERICKY

Open yo mind up
Coming to blind ya
Ride up behind ya
We ride up and try ya

Go right ahead
Up in yo head
You actin' tough
Bitch you a walkin dead!

But you a crummy bummy guy
Dummy ain't lovin' no honey try
Run up on you wit a stick
You'll end up slumped in yo driver side

Hittin' the plug
We gettin' the gas
Dub in the blunt
We light and we pass

Call it how it look
Saw it then I took
Took the cash from the stash
Cookin' my books

Cookin' my books
We cookin' my books
Call it how it look
Saw it when I took

Huffin' and puffin'
We always on somethin'
No lyin and frontin
Out here we love it
Out here you sussin'

Take all yo shit
But I ain't never admit it
Fake all yo ho's bitch
You ain't never wit it

Sick of the same, Sick of the game
Sick of the over-rated
Don't want the fame, don't need the games
Sick of the arbitrated