โหลดเพลง mp3 Cook - Fatlip

Cook - Fatlip
Seen you in the club doing the rub-a-dub

Looking for some trouble having fun

Laughing giggling with your a** wiggling

Thinking to myself hell yeah she's the one

Young and tender slender far from ugly

Lovely female gender

I send ya a drink from across the bar

Wink-wink I'm feeling up to par
So I approach you like I'm supposed to

'Cause you're the type I like to get close to
Go back to my chateaus for a late night
Night snack sip a little Merlot

Blackened salmon salad with croutons

Conversate 'til dawn on a fifty dollar futon

Me and you 'til the sunrise

I'm looking in your eyes
Thinking of your thighs
Hey baby do you think maybe

That one day you could be my lady

You look good but can you cook

Let me put your number in my phone book

Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady

You look good but can you cook

Let me put your number in my phone book

First date large it look great
Five star spot five hundred a plate

Play the role like I'm ballin'
Your body callin' uh
So I spend a little Cash Money
Like a ni**a from New Orleans
I see you fallin' for the old Fatlip charm

Feelin' my arm
Checkin' my strength feeling my leg
Checking my length uh
Hot damn
You a dime like one tenth of a dollar
Lookin' like a young Paula Abdul
Fools follow you try to holla at you
That's you ain't nothing new
Beautiful way back molested at two

But I don't really care about the past

I just want this thing right here to last

I mastered my dick don't get enthusiastic

Or blast too quick and bust off too fast

Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady

You look good but can you cook

Let me put your number in my phone book

Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady

You look good but can you cook

Let me put your number in my phone book

I just want to talk to you right here baby
What's going on with you
Naw I seen I seen you
I seen you the other night
You know what I'm saying I wanted to uh
Get at you or whatever but you know
See I need you
See see we do
Anything you please
I'll be your Hercules

Please I ain't too proud to beg

Sick of tricking dough on hoes
Spending an arm and a leg

Drinking all alone Coronas by the keg

I vaguely recall the last call I received
Or exactly when my last ejaculation was achieved

Without the assist of a hole in my fist

It's almost as if sex doesn't exist

But that's only half of the whole thing

I need a queen to respect the king

Wear my ring bear my offspring

Bring me meals morning and evening

Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady

You look good but can you cook
Let me put your number in my phone book

Hey baby do you think maybe
That one day you could be my lady

You look good but can you cook
Let me put your number in my phone book

Said 1 2 3 when I rock for you
That one day you could be my lady
You look good but can you cook

Let me put your number in my phone book

Hey baby

That one day you could be my lady