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Rag Bag Cook For Me

Come on come on come on come on now cook for me Can't you see that I am not afraid. What was that promise that you made? Why wonUt you tell me what I

oh, nigga!) No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight (bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe holla for a

gentlemen let's have a fine hand for The Byrds Catfish pie in a gris-gris bag I'm the lover of the bayou Mark your doorstep with a half-wet rag I'm

L.A.B I been actin bad Hataz get a .44 bag wit toe tag Jus bought a cold coat for my throwback Big bow laces and a new rag Some these niggaz be actin

flag) Fuck a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) Been down south, you can't tell me Hill billy hill billy hill billy Uncle Willy acting nilly Old bitch cooking

flag) Fuck a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) Been down south, you can't tell me Hill billy hill billy hill billy Uncle Willy acting nilly Old bitch cooking

oh, nigga!) No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight (bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe holla for a

me up a 5 piece my muthafuckin self! (self!) The focus's on how to win, doors cracked open Niggaz peekin through the blinds, (for what?) incase somebody scoping Rag

got a bag in my pocket, weighing least a grand Eight balls quarter ounces, half-a-ki's and slabs Want a cook I can cook for ya, soft come with it 4-50