Cook Book Intro Lyrics

Who you know more booked than me?
Who you know leave these hoes more shook than me?
Nobody out here turnin' more looks than me
Who you know wrote the cook book, that be me
Yeah, that be me
Who you know wrote the cook book, that be me
Yeah, Burger B, wrote the cook book, that be me

Call her platypus, Burger servin' p*ssy on a plate
Platypus, Burger servin' p*ssy on a plate
Call her platypus, Burger servin' p*ssy on a plate
Burger servin' p*ssy on a plate

No panties
Stacked like a pantry
Don't make me call my auntie She gone give you a spankin'
f*ck was you thankin'
Questioning my ranking
My shit loud in the ground, burger be dankin'
Pee U your shit is stankin'
I'm clankin' clankin' Franklins on the way to the bankin'
That chick from Queens y'all don't know nothin bout it
I'm the only chick in high school that looked like I had a stylist

Gotta clean up this city, no garbage man
But instead you could call me [?]
Only difference got on bamboo's and Timberland
My city, call it Burger B's wonderland

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