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Cook

Fatlip

Letra

    Seen you in the club, doing the rub-a-dub,
    Looking for some trouble having fun,
    Laughing, giggling, with your ass wiggling,
    Thinking to myself, hell yeah she's the one
    Young and tender, slender, far from ugly-
    Lovely- female gender,
    I send ya a drink from across the bar, wink-wink, i'm feeling up to par
    So i approach you, like i'm supposed to
    Cause you're the type i like to get close to
    Go back to my chateaus,
    For a late night night snack sip a little merlot,
    Blackened salmon salad with croûtons
    Conversate 'til dawn on a fifty dollar futon,
    Me and you 'til the sunrise,
    I'm looking in your eyes, thinking of your thighs

    Chorus:

    Hey baby do you think maybe
    That one day you could be my lady?
    You look good but can you cook?
    Let me put your number in my phone book

    Repeat

    First date, large, it look great
    Five star spot five hundred a plate,
    Play the role like i'm ballin'
    Your body callin', uh
    So i spend a little cash money like a nigga from new orleans,
    I see you fallin' for the old fatlip charm,
    Feelin my arm, checking my strength
    Feeling my leg,
    Checking my length, uh,
    Hot damn you a dime like one tenth of a dollar
    Lookin' like a young paula abdul
    Fools follow you try to holla, at you
    That's you ain't nothing new,
    Beautiful way back molested at two
    But i don't really care about the past
    I just want this thing right here to last
    I mastered my dick,
    Don't get enthusiastic
    Or blast too quick and bust off too fast

    Chorus x 2

    I just want to talk to you right here baby...what's going on with you...naw, i seen, i seen you, i seen you the other night.. you know what i'm saying...i wanted to, uh, get at you or whatever...but you know (check it out)...

    See i need you,
    See, see we do,
    Anything you please,
    I'll be your hercules(anything you please, i'll be your hercules)

    Please, i ain't too proud to beg
    (please, i ain't too proud to beg)

    Sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg (sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg)

    Drinking all alone coronas by the keg

    I vaguely recall the last call i received,
    Or exactly when my last ejaculation was achieved
    Without the assist of a hole in my fist
    It's almost as if sex doesn't exist
    But that's only half of the whole thing
    I need a queen to respect the king
    Wear my ring, bear my offspring
    Bring me meals morning and evening

    Chorus x 2

    Said, 1, 2, 3 when i rock for you...

    Chorus x 2




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