
Luv Daddy – Cookie Lyrics
Artist: Luv Daddy
Song: Cookie
Cash!
They told me i couldn’t do no sh#t like this
They know who the f#ck i am
And i can do anything i f#cking want to on gang
She’s 21 but selling that p#ss#
I’m Luscious Lyon when it come to that cookie
Her babyfather and brother can’t stand me
He think he a pimp, you know he from Stanley
I chase a bag, i got a bag, my b#tch got a bag bag period
Flexin on n#gg#s, I’m all in bag
I got em mad mad period
No you can not get a feature
I do not f#ck wit you rat n#gg#
Get off my dick, you know i stay with a stick (facts n#gg#)
You know how I’m rockin’
Every day i make a profit, i thumbin through checks n#gg#
f#ck a b#tch better than anybody
I betchu she gon’ hate hеr next n#gg#
You outta’ ya’ mind if i miss a hoe
I tell a b#tch just what shе need to know
I get paid for this dick, ima’ gigolo
Watch me draggin my balls, piccolo
I got 22 shots in a 45, send a f#ck n#gg# right where he need to go
f#ckin’ b#tches off beat, listening to ggm
When I’m done you can meet the bros
Smokin’ birthday cake out a backwood
b#tch I’m really a gun ion act hood
Watch me step in the room n#gg# join in
Beat the p#ss# then beat up ya boyfriend
Baby I’m just a savage
I can stick Dot on yo #ss if it’s really a profit to add (Go get em bro)
And put my whole block on yo #ss if you think about stopping this bag
You already know how we get it in
How many n#gg# don’t like us? Many men
Make a f#ck n#gg# mad cuz’ he losin
Make him go beat up his b#tch cuz she choosin’
I just want a few bands and catch a few chances
See if she can steal me a cuban
I sit back and then order a pizza
Make a couple p sales out a uber
I’m really lit n#gg#
Ask ya b#tch she know daddy the sh#t n#gg#
Why i be talking my sh#t cuz my stick bigger
Blue face hunnits on me like a crip n#gg#
I’m so outta pocket, b#tches they lick me like chocolate
They callin me chip a hoy
Tell her let’s have a threesome, Have her friend all on the side
She be cheering like (get it boy)
I’m dog I’m dog ask about me
Got the drip got the sauce
Talkin hella sloppy
f#ck you right out ya vickies, you can tell daddy ya secret
If she wants some new t#tt#es she work for it
Out of town tricks, and she twerk for em
Run up a check and then take a flight
I’m out MIA on a surfboard
You outta ya mind if i miss a hoe
I tell a b#tch just want she need to know
I get paid for this dick, ima’ Gigolo
Watch me draggin’ my balls, piccolo
I got 22 shots in this 45 send a f#ck n#gg# right where he needa go
f#ckin’ b#tches off beat, listening to ggm
When I’m done you can meet the bros (you can meet the bros)
When I’m done you can meet the bros (you can meet the bros)
When I’m done you can meet the bros (you can meet the bros)
I got 22 shots in this 45, send a f#ck n#gg# right where he need to go
f#ckin’ b#tches off beat, listening to ggm
When I’m done you can meet the bros
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From the album:
Bad Azz Mixtape, Vol. 2 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2007