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LET HIM COOK Video (MV)




Performed By: Ricky Rod
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Ricardo Rodriguez




Ricky Rod - LET HIM COOK Lyrics




I'm out here flying out to florida
I heard these people want
Yeah they want more of a
Great rapper like me
Extravagant outfits
Pull up like a spy kid
You'll never see me coming like the people in jaws did
Or should I say didn't
Anyways what they say in them streets like
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook

I'm the OG star everybody wanna do it like me
Pop a molly now she twerking hard just like miley
She wanna minaj with my ex tricycle
My wrist frozen elsa; icicle
I'm getting bitches
Getting head
All of y'all niggas
Already dead
From that last album
I said what I said
Don't even need
A paper or a pen
Got my own plane boarding with some duffalos
My wings on my plane wild I can buy it by the buffalo
Bunch of bodies on eachother like stockpile
She do the double pike on the dick call her simone biles
When I arrive to a party I arrive in style
I get my bitch so wet her name in my phone is the nile
All you boys is a wannabe me
I can pull these hoes in a dashiki
Vacation house cross sea tahiti
I'm going crazy
Getting violent
Like my full name is chris breezy

Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
L-L-L-L-let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook

My raps deadly like a disease contagious
With my spot in the game I'll forever be tenacious
And when I diss these hoes they call me outrageous
You ain't seen a artist like me since the ice ages
I do what I want
Get what I want
Killin rap bitches is all just for fun
Poppin everywhere even up in vermont
On the red carpet I came here to flaunt
I am the one like the guy with the thorned crown
Always snoopy snooping on me call me charlie brown
Cookin up chicken marinara pasta
Bitch I'm energized like the can of monster
We shoot one of yall we coming for the rest
And in fashion there ain't nothing I rock better than success
Keep my eyes on the streets
Eyes on the diss tweets
Pull up in the rari you know that the tires go skeet
Bitch you arial im impact the font
Cause I stay impacting people like a chef on chopped like

Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
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I'm out here flying out to florida
I heard these people want
Yeah they want more of a
Great rapper like me
Extravagant outfits
Pull up like a spy kid
You'll never see me coming like the people in jaws did
Or should I say didn't
Anyways what they say in them streets like
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook

I'm the OG star everybody wanna do it like me
Pop a molly now she twerking hard just like miley
She wanna minaj with my ex tricycle
My wrist frozen elsa; icicle
I'm getting bitches
Getting head
All of y'all niggas
Already dead
From that last album
I said what I said
Don't even need
A paper or a pen
Got my own plane boarding with some duffalos
My wings on my plane wild I can buy it by the buffalo
Bunch of bodies on eachother like stockpile
She do the double pike on the dick call her simone biles
When I arrive to a party I arrive in style
I get my bitch so wet her name in my phone is the nile
All you boys is a wannabe me
I can pull these hoes in a dashiki
Vacation house cross sea tahiti
I'm going crazy
Getting violent
Like my full name is chris breezy

Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
L-L-L-L-let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook

My raps deadly like a disease contagious
With my spot in the game I'll forever be tenacious
And when I diss these hoes they call me outrageous
You ain't seen a artist like me since the ice ages
I do what I want
Get what I want
Killin rap bitches is all just for fun
Poppin everywhere even up in vermont
On the red carpet I came here to flaunt
I am the one like the guy with the thorned crown
Always snoopy snooping on me call me charlie brown
Cookin up chicken marinara pasta
Bitch I'm energized like the can of monster
We shoot one of yall we coming for the rest
And in fashion there ain't nothing I rock better than success
Keep my eyes on the streets
Eyes on the diss tweets
Pull up in the rari you know that the tires go skeet
Bitch you arial im impact the font
Cause I stay impacting people like a chef on chopped like

Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
Let him cook
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Writer: Ricardo Rodriguez
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