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letra de cooked with oil - yabadabaland

{verse 1: lukas graham & rich the kid]
(lukas graham!!!)
way too rich to drive a rove’
made a milli’ off the stove
she like to put it in her nose
pretty b-tch with white toes (ha)
i done put on all the bros
i done f-cked her in the rolls
i done pulled up in the ghost
i done reached all my goals
yeah, yeah, pulled up with yeezy and dolla $ign
i’m all about business, i’m mindin’ mine
pull up in the trenches like columbine (ha)
pull up with the rocket like numbanine
i don’t want your hoes
young n-gga, rеach all the goals
let her suck thе d-ck, said she was a pro
if she scr-pe with t–th, i’ma tell her to go

[refrain: rich the kid]
go, go, go, go
head so good, she a honor roll
she’ll ride the d-ck like a carnival
i done did the impossible
go, go, go, go (ha, ha)
head so good, she a honor roll
she’ll ride the d-ck like a carnival
i done did the impossible (dolla $ign)
[verse 2: ty dolla $ign]
she ride it like six flags, we turned up to the max
i whop her from the back, i gave that b-tch a cramp
they love me out in france
in the hood, i’m good, i’m stamped
every day, i dress all black, for a show, nine-hundred racks
middle east call, double that
on my neck, a bubble bath
on my wrist, new cadillac
cut her off, don’t want her back
lil’ b-tch, i’m a superstar
these hoes wanna f-ck my car (car)
my dawg put a n-gga in park
gotta watch out for the narcs, ay
this that game of thrones…

[verse 3: lukas graham]
once, i was seven years old, my mama told me
“go make yourself some friends, or you’ll be lonely”
once, i was seven years old
it was a big-big world, but we thought we were bigger
pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
by 11, smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
never rich, so we were out to make that steady figure
once, i was 11 years old, my daddy told me
“go get yourself a wife, or you’ll be lonely”
once, i was 11 years old
(lukas graham!!!)
[verse 4: lukas graham]
i always had that dream like my daddy before me
so i started writing songs, i started writing stories
something about the glory just always seemed to bore me
’cause only those i really love will ever really know me
once, i was 20 years old, my story got told
before the morning sun, when life was lonely
once, i was 20 years old
(lukas graham!!!)

[outro: yabadabaland]
cooked with oil
i don’t wanna eat a soil
i don’t wanna have to be there
for you just have to be a moil, boil
loyal, oil, uhhh what else?
soil, yeah…
if i’m fried, i don’t wanna die, i don’t wanna die
i just wanna not be fried
so i don’t have to be fried
be fried, see fried yeah
i don’t wanna be fried

- yabadabaland

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