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letra de cook dope - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(berge always flexin’)

[chorus]
ohh, b-tch cook dope, they ain’t see me, jumpin’ out that amg with
hol’ up told em’ b-tch cook dope, b-tch whip 36 for me whole d-mn brick do a split for me
imma make the hoe cook dope, i told them know i [?]
got my n-gga wrist on froze a young n-gga (haha, come on)
just one show they pay me d-mn near 1 million, when i walk in, imma have my gun with me

[verse 1]
i buy that hoe michael kors, fendi purse, michael jordan, see they don’t like to see me stuntin’, i pull up and i act r-t-rded
i got all these diamonds on me, big money, keep it comin’
don’t know how i got all this money, f-ck n-gga i ain’t goin’ broke for nothing
had foreign’s since i was 16, and i put them gunnas on ya, and i always tell my hoe if she don’t shine i won’t pop out for nothin’
always tell my bro 100,000 imma keep him goin’

hit the gas my ears ruin, b-tch my wife just wait her turn
make it stick we do that lightly, [?]
wake up breakin’ bag [?]
i came up straight out the slums, i told shine don’t put sh-t on here, if it ain’t a one of one, [?] grandma baby, thought papa hated his grandson
i know how to take, break, and make it shake, and do it right like dynamite, [?] will he get my pockets right
i was down and on my d-ck, i prayed like every night, i get it right

[chorus]
b-tch cook dope, they ain’t see me, jumpin’ out that amg with k and
hol’ up told em’ b-tch cook dope, b-tch whip 36 for me whole d-mn brick do a split for me
imma make the hoe cook dope, i told them know i [?]
got my n-gga wrist on froze a young n-gga (come on now, come on)
just one show they pay me d-mn near 1 million, when i walk in, imma have my gun with me
[verse 2]
hol’ up i pull up leaning, swerving on these forgiatos
got your b-tch with me tryna fit and hit my styrofoam (skrt)
slow it down, now the b-tch ain’t takin it slow
got the b-tch on dope, she ain’t complainin’ no more
got the b-tch on froze that’s my hoe hoe
make the b-tch feel good and treat the hoe so cold
take the b-tch from out the hood and change her life on the road, i don’t give no f-ck bout what she doin’ as long as i’m puttin’ this sh-t on (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
i told the b-tch cook dope, won’t be long for meechy baby probably walk through the door
i told the b-tch cook dope, and i knew not to let that money hit my bank account at all, since i was small

[chorus]
b-tch cook dope, they ain’t see me, jumpin’ out that amg with k and 3
hol’ up told em’ b-tch cook dope, b-tch whip 36 for me whole d-mn brick do a split for me
imma make the hoe cook dope, i told them know i [?]
got my n-gga wrist on froze a young n-gga (come on)
just one show they pay me d-mn near 1 million, when i walk in, imma have my gun with me

- youngboy never broke again

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