Jimmy Cooks

	 
[Intro]
  
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on 
 
Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on 
 
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on 
 
Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on  
 
Yeah, life 
 
Life is the only thing we need 
 
They need me to go, but I don't wanna leave 
 
Rest in peace to Lil Keed
[Verse]
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Fuck a pigeonhole, I'm a night owl, this a different mode 
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I might have to make her paint a six on her pinky toe 
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Heard you with a shooting guard, just let a nigga know 
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I would have you courtside, not the middle row 
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All good, love, in a minute, though 
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I can't strеss about no bitch 'cause I'm a timid soul 
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Plus I'm cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove 
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Pot start to bubblе, see the suds, that shit good to go 
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Hoes say I'm suave, but I can't get RICO'd 
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Bro think he John Wayne, I bought him yellow stones 
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Love the way they hang, babe, fuck the silicone 
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Everybody fake now, you could crack the code 
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Bustdown everything, set in rose gold 
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Dread talkin' to you niggas like I'm J. Cole 
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I can tell her head good before I even know 
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Bitch, don't tell me that you model if you ain't been in Vogue 
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Gotta throw a party for my day ones 
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They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin' 
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Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin' 
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You don't like the way I talk? Nigga, say somethin' 
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Gotta throw a party for my day ones 
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Pull up and you know it's us, the bass jumpin' 
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You don't like the way I talk? Then say somethin' 
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Get out my face, nigga
[Chorus]
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Gotta throw a party for my day ones 
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They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin' 
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Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin' 
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If I let my nigga 21 tell it, you a 
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Pussy
[Verse]
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Spin a block twice like it ain't nowhere to park (21) 
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Smack the backside of his head like he Bart (Pussy) 
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OVO 4L, we come out when it get dark (21, 21) 
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Big stepper, he came in a Rolls, but he left in a stretcher (21) 
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Let my brother drive while I shoot, team effort (21) 
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Askin' all these questions, bitch, you must think you Nadeska 
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The chopper like to feel on all the opps, it's a molester (21)  
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I be with my gun like Rozay be with lemon pepper 
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She wanna hear some Afrobeats 'cause she just popped a Tesla 
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All that workin' out, that nigga must think he a wrestler 
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But this ain't UFC, this chopper came with a compressor (21) 
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This chopper came with a compressor (Pussy) 
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This chopper came with a— (Pussy) 
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This Glock 45 came with a switch (21) 
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If I was Will Smith, I would've slapped him with a stick 
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Put your hands in the air, it's a stick up (21) 
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Spin the same hood where I get my dick sucked (Facts) 
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If you standin' on business, put your blick up (21, 21) 
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Come around actin' scary, get your shit took (21) 
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Fell in love with feelin' dizzy, so I spizzin (21) 
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I got mad love for the boy, yeah, that's my twizzin (21) 
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If them niggas keep on dissin', slide agaizzin (21) 
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We the reason why the opps ain't got no frizziends (21) 
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Last nigga played with me got turned duppy 
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I ain't even roll him in the 'Wood 'cause he musty 
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You ask how she doin', I just tell her come and fuck me 
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Shot his ass twenty times, damn, this nigga lucky (Damn, that nigga lucky)
[Chorus]
  Am 
Gotta throw a party for my day ones 
  Am 
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin' 
 Am 
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin' 
 Am 
You don't like the way I talk, nigga, say somethin'
[Outro]
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Say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin' 
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You don't like the way I talk, nigga,  
Am 
say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin'