Cook It Up Migos
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[Chorus: Quavo]
Everywhere I go
I'mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up (got to!)
I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk
Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds
Nigga tell me what you want
In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
Now I'm bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up
Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up
Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up
Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
And I'm whipping like it's slavery, bout to cook it up
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies
Lil mama she hate me, she say that I'm changing
I tell her I made it, the only thing changing the money I'm making
And the pamper on these babies
I'm whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens
These birds they flying from city to city
I'm pouring up Actavis, dranking and sipping
The color is purple, I'm drinking on Ceely
The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies
On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly
You talking bout 100 band juugs, young nigga you know that I'm with it
I pull up, I'm serving your city
I'm serving ODs, I got it from Mickey
Everywhere I go
I'mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up (got to!)
I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk
Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds
Nigga tell me what you want
In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
Now I'm bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up
Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up
Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up
Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up
And I'm whipping like it's slavery, bout to cook it up
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies
Lil mama she hate me, she say that I'm changing
I tell her I made it, the only thing changing the money I'm making
And the pamper on these babies
I'm whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens
These birds they flying from city to city
I'm pouring up Actavis, dranking and sipping
The color is purple, I'm drinking on Ceely
The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies
On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly
You talking bout 100 band juugs, young nigga you know that I'm with it
I pull up, I'm serving your city
I'm serving ODs, I got it from Mickey
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