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Performed By: Goosce & the Qymists
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Mario Hughes




Goosce & the Qymists - NBA Lyrics
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Cook it up, Cook it up, Cook it up
Cook it up, Cook it up, Cook it up
Cook it up, Cook it up, Cook it up
All these new niggas that be flexing on the Gram
With the guns and the drugs, nah, I ain't f*cking with em
Had a lil bih go and block me on the Book,
Cuz I had to cut her off cuz I wasn't f*cking with her
Had a lil talk with the plug, said he couldn't pull up
No problem dawg, I'ma come get em
RIP to my grandma, my granddad
My cousin, my brother, my daughter, I swear that I miss em
Pull up in the presidential Benzo
K-Kouture down to my tiptoes
Put a end to a nigga like 10-4
All my niggas down, I'm talking 10 toes
I mean, look folk, I remember days we was piss po
It was me and big bro
Then we went and got a O
Saw what it was hitting fo
Made a promise to each other
We aint going back broke
Riding by myself, yeah, really not really
No carseat but got four babies with me
Double barrel shawty, call that bih Houdini
Make me pull a magic trick these rabbit niggas get silly
I'ma G like Jimmy, lotta heart in me
Call me Tom Brady, bring the whole hood with me
Zips got plenty, I don't know how many
Weed real loud, yeah it sound like a Hemi
Crib a quarter milli on a Hill like Lauryn
Garage in the back and it only take foreigns
I don't do keys, yeah the whip push start
Got me busting down bags while I'm watching Ozark
Learn from my Ls, now a nigga move smart
If the plug can't bring em, gah damnit I'll get em
Chop it up a little so it don't look sketch
Then he vacuum seal em up so the dogs can't sniff em
Had to boss up, everything in my name
From the house to the car to the love to the pain
Lost my big bro and I never was the same
Yeah it's BDE for life, I'ma put it on a chain
Make sure you know the name, muh f*cker
I'ma stay true to the game muh f*cker
Got it out the mud but I'm balling like Rucker
And I'm parked on the highway serving to a trucker, nigga
All these new niggas that be flexing on the Gram
With the guns and the drugs, nah, I ain't f*cking with em
Had a lil bih go and block me on the Book,
Cuz I had to cut her off cuz I wasn't f*cking with her
Had a lil talk with the plug, said he couldn't pull up
No problem dawg, I'ma come get em
RIP to my grandma, my granddad
My cousin, my brother, my daughter, I swear that I miss em
Pull up in the presidential Benzo
K-Kouture down to my tiptoes
Put a end to a nigga like 10-4
All my niggas down, I'm talking 10 toes
I mean, look folk, I remember days we was piss po
It was me and big bro
Then we went and got a O
Saw what it was hitting fo
Made a promise to each other
We aint going back broke
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Cook it up, Cook it up, Cook it up
Cook it up, Cook it up, Cook it up
Cook it up, Cook it up, Cook it up
All these new niggas that be flexing on the Gram
With the guns and the drugs, nah, I ain't f*cking with em
Had a lil bih go and block me on the Book,
Cuz I had to cut her off cuz I wasn't f*cking with her
Had a lil talk with the plug, said he couldn't pull up
No problem dawg, I'ma come get em
RIP to my grandma, my granddad
My cousin, my brother, my daughter, I swear that I miss em
Pull up in the presidential Benzo
K-Kouture down to my tiptoes
Put a end to a nigga like 10-4
All my niggas down, I'm talking 10 toes
I mean, look folk, I remember days we was piss po
It was me and big bro
Then we went and got a O
Saw what it was hitting fo
Made a promise to each other
We aint going back broke
Riding by myself, yeah, really not really
No carseat but got four babies with me
Double barrel shawty, call that bih Houdini
Make me pull a magic trick these rabbit niggas get silly
I'ma G like Jimmy, lotta heart in me
Call me Tom Brady, bring the whole hood with me
Zips got plenty, I don't know how many
Weed real loud, yeah it sound like a Hemi
Crib a quarter milli on a Hill like Lauryn
Garage in the back and it only take foreigns
I don't do keys, yeah the whip push start
Got me busting down bags while I'm watching Ozark
Learn from my Ls, now a nigga move smart
If the plug can't bring em, gah damnit I'll get em
Chop it up a little so it don't look sketch
Then he vacuum seal em up so the dogs can't sniff em
Had to boss up, everything in my name
From the house to the car to the love to the pain
Lost my big bro and I never was the same
Yeah it's BDE for life, I'ma put it on a chain
Make sure you know the name, muh f*cker
I'ma stay true to the game muh f*cker
Got it out the mud but I'm balling like Rucker
And I'm parked on the highway serving to a trucker, nigga
All these new niggas that be flexing on the Gram
With the guns and the drugs, nah, I ain't f*cking with em
Had a lil bih go and block me on the Book,
Cuz I had to cut her off cuz I wasn't f*cking with her
Had a lil talk with the plug, said he couldn't pull up
No problem dawg, I'ma come get em
RIP to my grandma, my granddad
My cousin, my brother, my daughter, I swear that I miss em
Pull up in the presidential Benzo
K-Kouture down to my tiptoes
Put a end to a nigga like 10-4
All my niggas down, I'm talking 10 toes
I mean, look folk, I remember days we was piss po
It was me and big bro
Then we went and got a O
Saw what it was hitting fo
Made a promise to each other
We aint going back broke
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Writer: Mario Hughes
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