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T.Cooke
T.Cooke
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Izzy the DJ If you hear this voice, it's a classic New T.Cooke, Young Money Yawn Seven cities, it's so so appropriate man, yeah let's go I got joints in the 'News I got joints out the P' I got joints in Hampton I got joints out the 'Beach I got joints in Norfolk I got joints out the 'Peake I got joints in Suffolk All across the seven city streets (I got) Joints in the 'News (Bad News) Joints out the P' (P Town) Joints in Hampton (Hampton love me) Joints out the 'Beach (Beach love) Joints in Norfolk (Shark city) Joints out the 'Peake ('Peake love) Joints in Suffolk ('Suff land) All across the seven city streets (Yeah let's go) My Norfolk joint go to ODU she an AKA (Skee wee) She bad and boujee, she gone on dates, but she hate to pay Bad thang, she hot as ice, she go to Norfolk State She told me she want a Coach bag but I call the plays (I do) I got a bad news joint all she want is some Chic-A-Sea (For real) So I got her a Big Chic, fries, and cherry drink (Yeah) My Hampton joint all she do is shop out PTC (That's right though) She go to HU but she just transferred from TCC Took a new joint to Ruth's Chris we vibin' out VA Beach (VB) Ain't got two cents but she still look like a dime piece (She do) My Portsmouth joint, she stay right off of High Street (Oh man) Took her to Moseberth's and then we splittin' that five piece (That's right) Redbone she a bartender out Chesapeake Think she got a man but still keep on texting me Got a Suffolk joint she brought a playa some Feather-N-Fin (That's right) She came through, forgot the hot sauce I said never again I got joints in the 'News I got joints out the P' I got joints in Hampton I got joints out the 'Beach I got joints in Norfolk I got joints out the 'Peake I got joints in Suffolk All across the seven city streets (I got) Joints in the 'News Joints out the P' Joints in Hampton Joints out the 'Beach Joints in Norfolk (Yeah) Joints out the 'Peake (Young Yawn) Joints in Suffolk (Young Money Yawn) All across the seven city streets (Look) Porsche 911 skrrt, all through the 757 Bitches they swear they in heaven Already preparing for wedding Already paid up for the reverend Jump the broom, all my grooms in Giuseppes Honeymoon Cancun for the setting A hundred rooms and you know that we flexing (Look) She from Elizabeth City (Look) She had that College on litty (Look) Why she remind me of Chilli (Uh) Real hair look like it's Remy (Tuh) Her ex a bama nigga he almost caught a heart attack (Dead) Keep lookin' at all her instasnap, damm right I bought her that (Trickmaster) Prada, Dolce Gabbana, she tired of Balenciaga (Model) Chanel that come with the jogger (Sponsor) You'll probably think I'm her father (Her daddy) Lipstick love on FaceTime, you know that she don't waste time (Right) Tummy Tea no waistline, all nature don't fake mine (Young Yawn) I got joints in the 'News I got joints out the P' I got joints in Hampton I got joints out the 'Beach I got joints in Norfolk I got joints out the 'Peake I got joints in Suffolk All across the seven city streets (I got) Joints in the 'News Joints out the P' Joints in Hampton Joints out the 'Beach Joints in Norfolk Joints out the 'Peake Joints in Suffolk All across the seven city streets We done went down sixty-four, six sixty-four Hell I heard this shit in Richmond gotdamn D.C. gotdamn, Carolina gotdamn
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