Yeah, yeah,yeah
Cook up
You already know what we kame
To do when we enter this bitkh
Ya digg
I really just be sliding on these hoes
No f*cks giving
I Kan choose a bitkh but den what
I gotta put that work in
It's hard building somebody up
Just for them to tear you down
I went too hard for mufukas who
Wouldn't do shit for me
So now as you guessed it
I gotta get me
No question asked
Just drop me off a bag
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
I used to f*ck on a raw
Now I don't know her at all
She used to be like my dawg
Now I don't know what went wrong
Steady arguing All day
Texting saying I'm tripping
Nah bitkh u down bad
Is you hearing what you saying
I been tryna keep my head on
Smokin hella gas
Got me paranoid
Ion really like talking on phones
What you need I gotta tax you
Heard it's cheaper to keep her
I still passed her
Need me a freaky lil bitkh Dats classy
Kall her Toxiana when she get ratchet
She fell in love With high fashion
Now I got her whipping up Hella organic
Breaking tricks Like walla magic
I Kan see her future no ciara
Running plays
Like John Madden
Dis real izm
Not Jake from State farm
Playing with money
Den you dead wrong
Aye aye aye
Bitch I worked
Too hard for u just to Kum f*ck up
What I got going hoe down
Bitch slow down
Listen to these instructions
And let's make some money
Keep yo mouth klosed
Break a trick like a kit Kat
Take a day off drive yo whips around
Eat hella organic
Gimme that vegan smoothie
Keep yo panties on den blow me
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
F*ck is you doing
Talking to opps
You outta pocket
Had to kutt the bitkh off
She was faggin off
I ain't like it
1 Thing I don't need
Is another bitkh
Worried about another bitkh
Dats sum kid shit
Hoe down
Tryna check my phone
TF is you on
Damn I thought we was grown
Should never been
Raw dawgin
Got da bitkh all in her feelings
Krying talking bout ion need her
I hit the backspace
Den deleted her
Ion do da beef
Bitkh I'm vegan
Feed my pockets
Hella pink and greens
Hold on bitkh
Grab them Dutch masters
F*ck it grab dat
Black backwood Russian creme too
Gas in the wind
I ain't even hit QT
Da strap in my lap
F*ck under the seat
If a Opp want sum smoke
Den I'm popping like fish grease
Went from clappin To rappin
Yung sniper I'm all bout action
In 30 days I Kan turn U
Into a JUGG master
All my friends dead Like casper
Ion f*ck with corn
Do it look like I'm from Nebraska
3d land dressing Drippin thru me
From head to toe
Ask yo hoe
Check the score
Add it up
You nixxas still broke
Step it up
I been tucked away
You had yo time
Now I'm next up
Adios
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
Chef D - Dora & Bootz Lyrics
Chef D - Dora & Bootz Lyrics
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English
Yeah, yeah,yeah
Cook up
You already know what we kame
To do when we enter this bitkh
Ya digg
I really just be sliding on these hoes
No f*cks giving
I Kan choose a bitkh but den what
I gotta put that work in
It's hard building somebody up
Just for them to tear you down
I went too hard for mufukas who
Wouldn't do shit for me
So now as you guessed it
I gotta get me
No question asked
Just drop me off a bag
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
I used to f*ck on a raw
Now I don't know her at all
She used to be like my dawg
Now I don't know what went wrong
Steady arguing All day
Texting saying I'm tripping
Nah bitkh u down bad
Is you hearing what you saying
I been tryna keep my head on
Smokin hella gas
Got me paranoid
Ion really like talking on phones
What you need I gotta tax you
Heard it's cheaper to keep her
I still passed her
Need me a freaky lil bitkh Dats classy
Kall her Toxiana when she get ratchet
She fell in love With high fashion
Now I got her whipping up Hella organic
Breaking tricks Like walla magic
I Kan see her future no ciara
Running plays
Like John Madden
Dis real izm
Not Jake from State farm
Playing with money
Den you dead wrong
Aye aye aye
Bitch I worked
Too hard for u just to Kum f*ck up
What I got going hoe down
Bitch slow down
Listen to these instructions
And let's make some money
Keep yo mouth klosed
Break a trick like a kit Kat
Take a day off drive yo whips around
Eat hella organic
Gimme that vegan smoothie
Keep yo panties on den blow me
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
F*ck is you doing
Talking to opps
You outta pocket
Had to kutt the bitkh off
She was faggin off
I ain't like it
1 Thing I don't need
Is another bitkh
Worried about another bitkh
Dats sum kid shit
Hoe down
Tryna check my phone
TF is you on
Damn I thought we was grown
Should never been
Raw dawgin
Got da bitkh all in her feelings
Krying talking bout ion need her
I hit the backspace
Den deleted her
Ion do da beef
Bitkh I'm vegan
Feed my pockets
Hella pink and greens
Hold on bitkh
Grab them Dutch masters
F*ck it grab dat
Black backwood Russian creme too
Gas in the wind
I ain't even hit QT
Da strap in my lap
F*ck under the seat
If a Opp want sum smoke
Den I'm popping like fish grease
Went from clappin To rappin
Yung sniper I'm all bout action
In 30 days I Kan turn U
Into a JUGG master
All my friends dead Like casper
Ion f*ck with corn
Do it look like I'm from Nebraska
3d land dressing Drippin thru me
From head to toe
Ask yo hoe
Check the score
Add it up
You nixxas still broke
Step it up
I been tucked away
You had yo time
Now I'm next up
Adios
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
Cook up
You already know what we kame
To do when we enter this bitkh
Ya digg
I really just be sliding on these hoes
No f*cks giving
I Kan choose a bitkh but den what
I gotta put that work in
It's hard building somebody up
Just for them to tear you down
I went too hard for mufukas who
Wouldn't do shit for me
So now as you guessed it
I gotta get me
No question asked
Just drop me off a bag
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
I used to f*ck on a raw
Now I don't know her at all
She used to be like my dawg
Now I don't know what went wrong
Steady arguing All day
Texting saying I'm tripping
Nah bitkh u down bad
Is you hearing what you saying
I been tryna keep my head on
Smokin hella gas
Got me paranoid
Ion really like talking on phones
What you need I gotta tax you
Heard it's cheaper to keep her
I still passed her
Need me a freaky lil bitkh Dats classy
Kall her Toxiana when she get ratchet
She fell in love With high fashion
Now I got her whipping up Hella organic
Breaking tricks Like walla magic
I Kan see her future no ciara
Running plays
Like John Madden
Dis real izm
Not Jake from State farm
Playing with money
Den you dead wrong
Aye aye aye
Bitch I worked
Too hard for u just to Kum f*ck up
What I got going hoe down
Bitch slow down
Listen to these instructions
And let's make some money
Keep yo mouth klosed
Break a trick like a kit Kat
Take a day off drive yo whips around
Eat hella organic
Gimme that vegan smoothie
Keep yo panties on den blow me
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
F*ck is you doing
Talking to opps
You outta pocket
Had to kutt the bitkh off
She was faggin off
I ain't like it
1 Thing I don't need
Is another bitkh
Worried about another bitkh
Dats sum kid shit
Hoe down
Tryna check my phone
TF is you on
Damn I thought we was grown
Should never been
Raw dawgin
Got da bitkh all in her feelings
Krying talking bout ion need her
I hit the backspace
Den deleted her
Ion do da beef
Bitkh I'm vegan
Feed my pockets
Hella pink and greens
Hold on bitkh
Grab them Dutch masters
F*ck it grab dat
Black backwood Russian creme too
Gas in the wind
I ain't even hit QT
Da strap in my lap
F*ck under the seat
If a Opp want sum smoke
Den I'm popping like fish grease
Went from clappin To rappin
Yung sniper I'm all bout action
In 30 days I Kan turn U
Into a JUGG master
All my friends dead Like casper
Ion f*ck with corn
Do it look like I'm from Nebraska
3d land dressing Drippin thru me
From head to toe
Ask yo hoe
Check the score
Add it up
You nixxas still broke
Step it up
I been tucked away
You had yo time
Now I'm next up
Adios
If I do the dash bet I won't crash
Smoke out the coupe
She tote the strap
We thug like dora and boots
Behind me She gone shoot
Writer: devontae bankston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid