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lance vance - cookin soul & ankhlejohn lyrics

[intro: ankhlejohn]
lordy, uh
cookin soul
ayy, check it out, look

[verse 1: ankhlejohn]
know the difference between sh*t and chocolate, this is opulence
sold the game and it ain’t come with documents, she monogamous
until i step in that good room sportin’ that prada sh*t
it became obvious, you n*ggas always been the sorriest, yeah (sorriest, the f*ck)
i sit back in my lawn chair, this sh*t hilarious
pulled strings like a guitarist, i live by congress
even in that world, you either the president or a lobbyist
it’s levels when discussing among us, n*ggas imposter like among us
pulling ya card in public [?]
i always had a [?] vision, never believe in thе struggle
i’m the type that gеt to rocking, they whole team calling for double
i’m at the bar with a bad b*tch makin’ a double
i get a day that i just wan f*ck, i don’t wan cuddle, i don’t wan know you
the relationship we got, i don’t wan grow it (nah)
i know it sound rude, so a attitude, i know you goin’ through it
go back to your dude, i ain’t make the rules, it’s nothing to owe you (nah)

[chorus: ankhlejohn, premo rice]
yeah (lordy)
battle with a band, she pop that p*ssy on a handstand (she qualified), uh
this fit i got on clean, stepped out lookin’ like i hand dance (lance vance), uh
heard they did ’em dirty, hopped out, shots flying with the mazda (doot doot doot doot), uh
n*gga, i call it how i see it, i don’t play games, i’m a man’s man
let’s get it
[verse 2: premo rice]
i’m from the church, the p pentecostal
the rap messiah, that mean it ain’t no n*gga higher (ain’t no n*gga)
i came to sh*t on n*ggas from the spirit
this is a rare occasion, so amazing (so amazing), so astounding (so astounding)
i heard about that funky b*tch that you was hounding (i heard)
i seen the car you drive, that sh*t is garbage (garbage, n*gga)
i’m sick of n*ggas getting old*ass foreigns with high milleage, can’t stand these n*ggas (can’t stand these n*ggas)
i’m sick of n*ggas driving c*class, them sh*ts for b*tches (the f*ck?)
you give them sh*ts up to your baby moms (baby moms), sh*t i been a god, yeah
sh*t, i been out here dropping knowledge like a seminar (the f*ck?)
i pimp hard, i send a b*tch to synagogue, she anywhere the f*ckin’ money call (yessir)
as i proceed to wash my sins of sparkling water
i thank the lord keeping all my affairs in order, this sh*t’s a blessing (this sh*t’s a blessing)
i can’t complain, these n*ggas mad ’cause i’m styling on ’em
run up on me, 45*ing on ’em, the p wylin on ’em (the p wylin)

[chorus: ankhlejohn]
yeah (lordy)
battle with a band, she pop that p*ssy on a handstand (she qualified), uh
this fit i got on clean, stepped out lookin’ like i hand dance (lance vance), uh
heard they did ’em dirty, hopped out, shots flying with the mazda (doot doot doot doot), uh
n*gga, i call it how i see it, i don’t play games, i’m a man’s man

[outro]
alright!
this is lance vance dancing
you got to–alright
[?]
yeah! woo!
so this is where the coke is going? up your nose?

- cookin soul ankhlejohn lyrics

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