Cookbook Lyrics

Gucci:
Its gucci too warm
Im trying to fuck me two cousins
I try to model their living
I turn them into new cousins

I think I'm buzzing I'm tripping
My prescription need fixing
Got a codeine addiction
What the hell I admit it

I got playboy subscription
I might check out them bitches
After the stripper went broke
I'ma slap one of those bitches

I got a cocain connection
Buy the cheapest a chicken
But he a stubborn old bastard
You got to pay him his ticket

I got a chick that be boosting
"Give me Gucci and Vinni"
I pay for that but the pussy
And the head don't cost me a penny

I think I'm growing on this pack
This shit hell a stash
I need to get me a mag
Because they keep rolling up cash

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook
Its just another recipe out the cook book
Seafood fishscale what a crook cook
Its just another recipe out the cook book

Yo Gotti:
Today I'm cooking yams
Yesterday were greens
I take dirty money
Try to make it clean

Shoebox full of twenties
Spent that on a watch
One thing about my menu
We never selling squash
I was fifteen
After selling rocks
Running back and forth
The cars trying to (?) the locks

Fishscale order
This is straight yola
When the shit glitterGucci Mane - Cookbook - http://motolyrics.com/gucci-mane/cookbook-lyrics.html
It take the most soda

5 bricks, 50 p's in a Toyota
Baby mama drive I hope she don't get pulled over
If she do she know the bid I only fuck with soldiers
She aint got shit to say
Just like I told her

Gucci:
Seafood fishscale what a crook cook
Its just another recipe out the cook book
Seafood fishscale what a crook cook
Its just another recipe out the cook book

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook
Its just another recipe out the cook book
Seafood fishscale what a crook cook
Its just another recipe out the cook book

He say he hotter than Laflare
Then he got to prove it
I put shoes on my old school
Just to do it

From a buick to a beamer coup
I had to lose it
I lost the top and left the lot
Playing gospel music (psyche)

I'm not gonna lie
I was listening to that Boosie
I scream Gucci
You can call me bluey

Light hit the ice
And you can call me huey
Girl sticking to the kid
Cause my game gluey

The po po told I took a hoe down
Patrick Ewing
But I aint talking to the law
I didn't do the shooting

You guys got to get on your job
You've got to prove it
I'm gone with this firearm
I might just abuse it

Seafood fishscale what a crook cook
Just another recipe out the cook book

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