الأغاني:
Cookin Keys

Damn this Girl was Fine From the club went to her Home She didnt want to be Alone Here i am Trickin while my girlie's at Home gotta find my car keys

back at 'em I'm a pipe, she like a ****k addict And she saw me cookin' eggs, she though I was back at it I grab my keys, *** I gotta go I got my motorcycle

the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Good dudes, I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga gotta

at the cannery She punched out the clock that night His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home He was cold and he had a headache Well his wife was cookin

snow Man, all the blow The mother fucking pipe, Pipe arose me though What's your name? Denny A., soft soother with the luga Hit more keys than the

's time to roll I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank my uncle was a balla from around the way so I had the hook up whole keys I cooked up now

the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin' amuk, never givin' a fuck, gimme the keys

In Gone Chasing Out Cheddar Tryin To Get Paid But She Rather Have Me Home Tryin To Get Laid She Keep A Good Real House She Can Cook She Can Clean No

Hey, this is cooking with Brook On the cooking channel Today we're gonna be making crack First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on