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Let Me Cook (feat. Freddy Fraze) Video (MV)






ATX Prospect - Let Me Cook (feat. Freddy Fraze) Lyrics




Now watch me cook
Let me cook on this
Let me cook on this

Now watch me cook
I'm Rotatin' my wrist
Shoot my shot I won't miss
Let me cook
Bag it up and then flip
Stackin' all of my chips

Now let me cook
Now let me cook

Let me cook on this,
I got a special dish,
With the perfect kiss,
That's so good to make Martha Stuart,
Want to grab a whiff,
I let it rip,
The way I rotate,
The motion wrist,
I add the soda,
Just to make it crisp,
Now A nigga hot,
Like it's fish,
Catch my drift,
That's how I feelin,
Treat the booth like a damn potato when i peeling,
Mash on the beat like My hero wit a villain
Mama always said nigga if it's too hot,
Then get the hell out the kitchen,
But I didn't listen,
Step to the stove Then a nigga start whippin',
Turn it up a notch,
Till the bars started kickin',
Now a nigga on and I'm all they be missing,
The best kept secret

Now watch me cook
Let me cook on this
Let me cook on this

Now watch me cook
I'm Rotatin' my wrist
Shoot my shot I won't miss
Let me cook
Bag it up and then flip
Stackin' all of my chips

Now let me cook
Now let me cook

Steph,
Chef,
How i rotate wrist,
If I lift, with my gift, I wont miss,
You assist, call a pick,
Imma split the defense, punch the rim,
Say they players, but hatin',
They smelling my shit,
Well, I'm fending off Fido, he finna get fixed,
To the fence, corner forward like I'm punishing kids,
Say I gotta sixth sense, but at 7 ascend,
See em peeping my skin, while im floating through limbs,
See the reel, through this lens
Got mo' focus than film,
She can see, im a gem, in this gym, its a win
She was off in pot, yeah all in mix
If he ass was drum, then she finna get stick
Life's cold, like NHL ice,
Blades drawn, just wanted a slice
Want a piece of pie,
All they brought in was knifes,
Niggas crusty and dry, put the feelin aside
If im dishin a dime, im like magic no lie
Like Kareem, got this verse and my hook in the sky
My numbers like LBJ, still on the rise
I'm M.J,
Prime,
My rate 99
Primetime like Deion
Yellow on me Dijon
Kungfu like Heeyah
I'm the one like Keanu
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Now watch me cook
Let me cook on this
Let me cook on this

Now watch me cook
I'm Rotatin' my wrist
Shoot my shot I won't miss
Let me cook
Bag it up and then flip
Stackin' all of my chips

Now let me cook
Now let me cook

Let me cook on this,
I got a special dish,
With the perfect kiss,
That's so good to make Martha Stuart,
Want to grab a whiff,
I let it rip,
The way I rotate,
The motion wrist,
I add the soda,
Just to make it crisp,
Now A nigga hot,
Like it's fish,
Catch my drift,
That's how I feelin,
Treat the booth like a damn potato when i peeling,
Mash on the beat like My hero wit a villain
Mama always said nigga if it's too hot,
Then get the hell out the kitchen,
But I didn't listen,
Step to the stove Then a nigga start whippin',
Turn it up a notch,
Till the bars started kickin',
Now a nigga on and I'm all they be missing,
The best kept secret

Now watch me cook
Let me cook on this
Let me cook on this

Now watch me cook
I'm Rotatin' my wrist
Shoot my shot I won't miss
Let me cook
Bag it up and then flip
Stackin' all of my chips

Now let me cook
Now let me cook

Steph,
Chef,
How i rotate wrist,
If I lift, with my gift, I wont miss,
You assist, call a pick,
Imma split the defense, punch the rim,
Say they players, but hatin',
They smelling my shit,
Well, I'm fending off Fido, he finna get fixed,
To the fence, corner forward like I'm punishing kids,
Say I gotta sixth sense, but at 7 ascend,
See em peeping my skin, while im floating through limbs,
See the reel, through this lens
Got mo' focus than film,
She can see, im a gem, in this gym, its a win
She was off in pot, yeah all in mix
If he ass was drum, then she finna get stick
Life's cold, like NHL ice,
Blades drawn, just wanted a slice
Want a piece of pie,
All they brought in was knifes,
Niggas crusty and dry, put the feelin aside
If im dishin a dime, im like magic no lie
Like Kareem, got this verse and my hook in the sky
My numbers like LBJ, still on the rise
I'm M.J,
Prime,
My rate 99
Primetime like Deion
Yellow on me Dijon
Kungfu like Heeyah
I'm the one like Keanu
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Writer: Clyde Burgess jr, Marzavia Crayton
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