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MTG Mook - Betty Crocker (feat. MTG Ghost) Lyrics
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[ Featuring Rack$tar Jay ]

In the kitchen, I think I just got the mix right
Not cookin' white, put a zip in the oil, turn it green
Remember it was light,
I just got a gun, but a still start a fight
Dat lil' pink pill, a have her screamin' all night
Come try this gas, you'll be higher than a kite
This hustle shit in me, remember I was ridin' bikes
Lil nigga tried to wild out, we had to stump him in these Nikes
If I ain't have this gun to kill you, I'd probably use a knife
Handsome nigga with pape, I can take yo f*ckin' wife
He saw da baby K, his life flashed before his eyes
I'm knowin' she a freak, when she suck me, she lock eyes
I'm really havin' motion, nigga, I cannot lie
For the drank, that's my potion, nigga, touch it, you gon' die
They be like, you doin' wrong, but a nigga livin' right
I fall in love with the coochie, yeah thats only if it's tight
Just got the packs in, they be gone by the night
Yo, bitch, keep askin', can she come home with me tonight
No splinter shit, but I'll leave yo body holey
She know Ion want no pussy, her obligation is to throat me
Ayy
Uh
Shoot with the left like I'm Ginobili
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't none of these f*ck niggas hold me
Don't see the blick, bitch, but a nigga keep it on me
That bitch throw a fit, so I left her by her lonely
And I know just why she wanna P, she see these racks all over me
I can't love a rat bitch, can't let em get too close to me
Yeahhhh
Paranoid, I just made a quarter on the light day
2 phones', slammin', while my lil' bro out in MIA
The cops, vicious in West Allis, cuz I got the yay
I'm spinnin' in that rex til that yay, turn' into flame
Skool keep callin', he don't even know my damn name
Serve him with a mask, he won't never see my damn face
I'm on the high numbers right now, brody, I'm comin' down
My head got 300, how does that sound
I'm fumblin' with the chalk like a picture on the mound
I'm in Cudahy with meth heads like a f*ckin' hound
Jenny keep callin', it's her fifth time just today
So I'm baselinin', nigga, and she spendin' on her birthday
I can make a quarter im some flip-flops on my worst day
Built it all up from the ground I had dub plays
And I'm still on the south right now, catchin' dub plays
Told Wood, if you catch his opp ass, hit him in the face
Switches go fff, fff, fff, killas don't play
Bendin' down yo block with da 30 like Curry
Money train gang, I can neva change on my team
You winnin' when you fall asleep, boy, wake up from that dream
The fiends know I got the hook, boy, just like Kareem
Slam dunk the ball like Shaq did on Yao Ming
Money Train Gang man
Get yo mf top hit in the winter nigga
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In the kitchen, I think I just got the mix right
Not cookin' white, put a zip in the oil, turn it green
Remember it was light,
I just got a gun, but a still start a fight
Dat lil' pink pill, a have her screamin' all night
Come try this gas, you'll be higher than a kite
This hustle shit in me, remember I was ridin' bikes
Lil nigga tried to wild out, we had to stump him in these Nikes
If I ain't have this gun to kill you, I'd probably use a knife
Handsome nigga with pape, I can take yo f*ckin' wife
He saw da baby K, his life flashed before his eyes
I'm knowin' she a freak, when she suck me, she lock eyes
I'm really havin' motion, nigga, I cannot lie
For the drank, that's my potion, nigga, touch it, you gon' die
They be like, you doin' wrong, but a nigga livin' right
I fall in love with the coochie, yeah thats only if it's tight
Just got the packs in, they be gone by the night
Yo, bitch, keep askin', can she come home with me tonight
No splinter shit, but I'll leave yo body holey
She know Ion want no pussy, her obligation is to throat me
Ayy
Uh
Shoot with the left like I'm Ginobili
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't none of these f*ck niggas hold me
Don't see the blick, bitch, but a nigga keep it on me
That bitch throw a fit, so I left her by her lonely
And I know just why she wanna P, she see these racks all over me
I can't love a rat bitch, can't let em get too close to me
Yeahhhh
Paranoid, I just made a quarter on the light day
2 phones', slammin', while my lil' bro out in MIA
The cops, vicious in West Allis, cuz I got the yay
I'm spinnin' in that rex til that yay, turn' into flame
Skool keep callin', he don't even know my damn name
Serve him with a mask, he won't never see my damn face
I'm on the high numbers right now, brody, I'm comin' down
My head got 300, how does that sound
I'm fumblin' with the chalk like a picture on the mound
I'm in Cudahy with meth heads like a f*ckin' hound
Jenny keep callin', it's her fifth time just today
So I'm baselinin', nigga, and she spendin' on her birthday
I can make a quarter im some flip-flops on my worst day
Built it all up from the ground I had dub plays
And I'm still on the south right now, catchin' dub plays
Told Wood, if you catch his opp ass, hit him in the face
Switches go fff, fff, fff, killas don't play
Bendin' down yo block with da 30 like Curry
Money train gang, I can neva change on my team
You winnin' when you fall asleep, boy, wake up from that dream
The fiends know I got the hook, boy, just like Kareem
Slam dunk the ball like Shaq did on Yao Ming
Money Train Gang man
Get yo mf top hit in the winter nigga
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Writer: Domonique Criss, Jahbar Jenkins, Malik Mayfield
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