Jimmy Cooks Song Lyrics by Drake
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it’s on(Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it’s on)Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it’s on(Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it’s on)Yeah, lifeLife is only thing we needThey need me to go, but I don’t wanna leaveRest in peace to Lil Keed
Fuck a pigeonhole, I’m a night owl, this a different modeI might have to make her paint a 6 on her pinky toeHeard you with a shooting guard, just let a nigga knowI would have you courtside, not the middle rowAll good, love, in a minute, thoughI can’t stress about no bitch ’cause I’m a timid soulPlus I’m cookin’ up ambition on a kitchen stovePot start to bubble, see the suds, that shit good to go
Hoes say I’m suave, but I can’t get RICO’dBro think he John Wayne, I bought him yellow stonesLove the way they hang, babe, fuck the siliconeEverybody fake now, you could crack the codeBust down everything, set in rose goldDread talkin’ to you niggas like I’m J. ColeI can tell her head good before I even knowBitch, don’t tell me that you model if you ain’t been in Vogue
Gotta throw a party for my day onesThey ain’t in the studio, but they’ll lay somethin’Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin’You don’t like the way I talk? Nigga say somethin’Gotta throw a party for my day onesPull up, and you know it’s us, the bass jumpin’You don’t like the way I talk? Then say somethin’Get out my face, nigga
Gotta throw a party for my day onesThey ain’t in the studio, but they’ll lay somethin’Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin’If I let my nigga 21 tell it, you a pussy
Spin a block twice like it ain’t nowhere to park (21)Smack the backside of his head like he Bart (pussy)OVO 4L, we come out when it get dark (21, 21)Big stepper, he came in a Rolls, but he left in a stretcher (21)Let my brother drive while I shoot, team effort (21)Askin’ all these questions, bitch, you must think you NadeskaThe chopper like to feel on all the opps, it’s a molester (21)
I be with my gun like Rozay be with lemon pepperShe wanna hear some Afrobeats ’cause she just popped a TeslaAll that workin’ out, that nigga must think he a wrestlerBut this ain’t UFC, this chopper came with a compressor (21)This chopper came with a compressor (pussy)His chopper came with a- (pussy)This Glock .45 came with a switch (21)If I was Will Smith, I would’ve slapped him with a stickPut your hands in the air, it’s a stick-up (21)Spin the same hood where I get my dick sucked (facts)
If you standin’ on business, put your blick up (21, 21)Come around actin’ scary, get your shit took (21)Fell in love with feelin’ dizzy, so I spizzin (21)I got mad love for the boy, yeah, that’s my twizzin (21)If them niggas keep on dissin’, slide agaizzin (21)We the reason why the ops ain’t got no frizziends (21)Last nigga played with me got turned duppyI ain’t even roll him in the wood ’cause he mustyYou ask how she doin’, I just tell her come and fuck meShot his ass twenty times, damn, this nigga lucky (damn, that nigga lucky)
Gotta throw a party for my day onesThey ain’t in the studio, but they’ll lay somethin’Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin’You don’t like the way I talk, nigga, say somethin’
Say somethin’, say somethin’, say somethin’, say somethin’, say somethin’You don’t like the way I talk, nigga, say somethin’, say somethin’Say somethin’, say somethin’, say somethin’