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letra de cookup - wale

[intro: wale]
i done came too far to regard me as the regular
god gave me the flow, vuitton helped me accessorize

[verse 1: stalley]
straight off the block with it stepping out that chevrolet
cooking up over base
move like i’m walking with an open case
pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe
hear these critics talking now, when i see’em open face
lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war
billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door
they playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down
my tent say hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down
all i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style
i’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down
mmg in the building now, these words we building out
what we hurting feelings now?
they say they want us underground
i’m just bringing itm mainstream, ain’t that what we started for?
to get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team
but everybody’s self-made carved their own names
and we did it our way, blue collar gang all day
until my flesh hardened so pardon
what you might’ve thought the vision still clear
different chef, same pot bruh, not guyanese but..

[chorus: tone p]
i got that cook-up cook-up (hah-hah)
i got that cook-up cook-up (hah-hah)
i said believe in your dreams
we self-made but never is an i on the team
i got that cook-up cook-up (hah-hah)
i got that cook-up cook-up (hah-hah)
board of administration, yeah we here to stay
checkerd flag, dmv boa

[verse 2: black cobain]
enemy of the state and their will is overrated
so many mouths to feed, my intuition i made it
keep safe, don’t keep it a secret, shout out to vicky
you know when i stroke i’m telling my n-gga sl!cky
checkmate, at y’all pace y’all must got a lean diet
ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
school of the hard knocks with some british knights
how i go from that to cabernet on first-cl-ss flights?
yeah, did you believe us? you a pessimist
now these b-tches hit a n-gga’s phone for some s&m
they rooting for me, they say a n-gga buzzing
cause when i win this sh-t free they think i’m oprah’s cousin
win free, i don’t think y’all get me
if you keep running your mouth that’s where my d-ck’ll be
keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one
only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

[verse 3: wale]
straight up f-ck all y’all n-gga’s talking about that n-gga changed sh-t
as my name get bigger this game get different
hip-hop for life and f-ll-tio from the wife of anybody who don’t like it
wale b-tch!

to regard me as the regular, god gave me the flow but vuitton helped me accessorize
self-awarding, negligence of the less important
and trying to f-ck with the flow is like trying to f-ck a mormon
b-tch my message is morbid so my bars is fat
and your problems is little when your bras is fat
ferragamo im lighting and a n-gga card swiping
abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing
i ain’t tripping, n-gga’s say that i’m pessimistic
but since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different
these hoes thuggin, these n-gga’s b-tches don’t know the difference
n-gga’s ain’t family guys, these n-gga’s cold simpsons
yellow bellies, im lol’n smoking arrello
over patron with michael kaj, rich and meneli
let my b-tch in the club, got your b-tch in the telly
now that b-tch in my jag, think i’m tony boselli
and when money is plenty, a lot of n-gga’s is friendly
but i’m a grown–ss man, you n-gga’s is telly
uh, kid sh-t, boa sh-t n-gga deal wit it

- wale

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