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Bri3
Bri3
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Abria Parrish
Abria Parrish
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Qaadir Sinclair
Qaadir Sinclair
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Dj Dyl
Dj Dyl
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Lyrics

One, two, Kya's coming for you Cookin' with Kya, cookin' with Kya One, two, Kya's coming for you Cookin' with Kya, (Adean) cookin' with Kya Nigga, don't ask me to cook, it's no ring on my finger, I'm too turnt, you gettin' dragged You 'bout to go pull up that Brook, unless you want air, but I'll cook if you pull out a stack I got a football boo, he swear he in love, that nigga skip practice to see me Got a trapper nigga too, take me to the mall, everythin' that I'm wantin' is free Pillow talkin' get you smacked out Mirrors got tint and this truck, it's blacked out Cruel, I'm goin' for hoes tryna act out Beatin' her in 'til she done, make her tap out If you a girlfriend, you a dummy Y'all cap for these niggas, I'm doin' them cruddy Y'all freakin' these niggas, I'm spendin' they money Some bang and thеy rich, but I'm knowin' they crummy They say I'm differеnt and I'm prominent Run game on your hoe, think that she stoppin' it Got him obsessed, got him feelin' my confidence Arrogant girl, I can't help that I'm confident Girl out the ghetto, so Brook got me bougie (bougie) Chocolate skin with my pretty gold jewelry Havin' my way 'til my life is the movie Havin' my way don't play me like a goofy Uh, Bri3 Jammin' with Bria (cookin' with Kya) Jammin' with Bria (cookin' with Kya, uh-ah) Nigga, don't ask me to cook, it's no ring on my finger, I'm too turnt, you gettin' dragged You 'bout to go pull up that Brook, unless you want air, but I'll cook if you pull out a stack I got a football boo, he swear he in love, that nigga skip practice to see me Got a trapper nigga too, take me to the mall, everythin' that I'm wantin' is free Fuck cookin' with Kya, we jammin' Bri3 I come with that P, make you drop to your knee His bitch on my line, she swear that she know me now, she like, she tryna cook with Joe B Lil' Whitez don't be trickin', Lil' Whitez don't be cookin' You better get your bitch, she look, then she tooken You want me pull up, you gotta pay me for bookin' She stop fuckin' with me, she can't fuck (you better work) with me after Like if you don't, we gon' see you Shoutout to Bri3, JB, to your face, it gon' meet you If I need brodie to look, you better run we gon- Bitch said she love me, respondin' like I don't believe you Brodie say, "take off, all these of these niggas beneath" I tell 'em better not took off, I ain't say shit about it If your watch can get took off, better ain't say shit about it He knew I fucked his lil' bitch, he ain't even say shit ab- (nah, for real, no cap, nigga) Uh, Bri3 Jammin' with Bria (we jammin' with Bri) Jammin' with Bria (no cap, nigga) Nigga, don't ask me to cook, it's no ring on my finger, I'm too turnt, you gettin' dragged You 'bout to go pull up that Brook, unless you want air, but I'll cook if you pull out a stack I got a football boo, he swear he in love, that nigga skip practice to see me Got a trapper nigga too, take me to the mall, everythin' that I'm wantin' is free (it's all free) It's all free for Bri3 It's all free for me
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