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letra de cookin up - young roddy

[verse]
that money all on my mind
b-tch that money all on my mind
i’m scheming on my plot they say my first verse was grind
i’m highed up, i can’t hear sh-t when i’m puffin’ on that loud
i’m reppin’ that soutside with all them golds up in my mouth
nothing but lean up in my cup
couple of guns under my couch
been in my grind mode for a while
on this paper chase for miles
you can find me in the cut where they cookin’ up
find me in the cut
if all else fails it’s back to hustling
us ghetto kids ain’t no strangers to that struggle
a educated brother who flowing dummy
i stay blunted you can smell that on my rugby
life jeezy, i don’t owe them n-ggas nothing
not a dime, not a penny
if it’s f-ck me then f-ck ya
chasing that paper tryna dodge them undercovers
she’s such a lady but a freak in them covers
i’m staring at that [?] on my rollie
i come a long way from flippin’ yola
got them rap n-ggas nervous, i’m focused
sh-t i’m a spartan, a trojan, a soldier
i’m better safe then sorry [?] up my toaster
i like my kool-aid sweet and my bread toasted
a hood n-gga if you ever seen one
a street n-gga for life, yeah i be one

[outro]
yeah, but what that there, what that there
b-tch, but what that there, what that there
b-tch, but what that there, what that there
good sense 2, 2, 2
b-tch, but what that there, what that there
b-tch, but what that there, what that there
b-tch, but what that there, what that there
good sense 2

- young roddy

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