Cook Jug Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Young Scooter)

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[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
Can't wait 'til they touchdown on the Grove
Bought 5 apartments and 10 stoves
I don't want no carpets or hardwood floors
Cook jug (3x) Nigga
Cook jug (3x) Nigga
Cook jug (3x) Nigga
Cook jug (3x) Nigga

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Bow! (4x)
I be turnt up the worst way, catch me in the trap
Riding one deep solo with that pistol in my lap
On I-75, that's the bottom of the map
I'm from Clayton County, Riverdale, where niggas love to trap
Man, them young'uns off the Mollies, shooting at the police
I'ma pour this fucking liquor for the dead homies
On the block, how you know this shit is barking? That's a fact
I got money habits, automatics all around me
You know you're really getting money if you cook your own keys
I don't fuck with lames, pussies, snitches or the police
Squad!

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes
Can't wait 'til they touchdown on the Grove
Bought 5 apartments and 10 stoves
I don't want no carpets or hardwood floors
Cook jug (3x) Nigga
Cook jug (3x) Nigga
Cook jug (3x) Nigga
Cook jug (3x) Nigga

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