Dont Cook I Dont Clean Lyrics

I said, certified freak

Seven days a week

WAP

Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you f^^king with some wap

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wap

Give me everything you got for this wap

Beat it up, n^^ga, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this p^^sy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

I do a kegel while it’s inside

Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes

This pu^^sy is wet, come take a dive

Tie me up like I’m surprised

Let’s role play, I’ll wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack truck

Right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don’t cook, I don’t clean

But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah)

Quick, jump out ‘fore you let it get inside of me (yeah)

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I’m ’bout to be

I’ll run down on him ‘fore I have a n^^ga running me (pow, pow)

Talk your s^^t, bite your lip (yeah)

Ask for a car while you ride that d^^k (while you ride that dick)

You really ain’t never gotta f^^k him for a thang (yeah)

He already made his mind up ‘fore he came (ayy, ah)

Now get your boots and your coat (ah, ah, ah)

For this wap

He bought a phone just for pictures

Of this wap (click, click, click)

Pay my tuition just to kiss me

On this wap (mwah, mwah, mwah)

Now make it rain if you wanna

See some wap (yeah, yeah)

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker

I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker

Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra

With a hook in it, hope it lean over

He got some money, then that’s where I’m headed

P^^sy A1, just like his credit

He got a beard, well, I’m tryna wet it

I let him taste it, now he diabetic

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil’ dangly thing

That swing in the back of my throat

My head game is fire, punani Dasani

It’s going in dry and it’s coming out soggy

I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me (yeah, ah)

I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, wooo

Your honor, I’m a freak b^^ch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I’m looking for a beating (ah)

In the food chain, I’m the one that eat ya

If he ate my a^s, he’s a bottom feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make you bust before I ever meet ya

If it don’t hang, then he can’t bang

You can’t hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he f^^k me and ask, “Whose is it?”

When I ride the d^^k, I’ma spell my name

Ah (whores in this house)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you f^^king with some wap

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wap

Give me everything you got for this wap

Now from the top, make it drop

That’s some wap

Now get a bucket and a mop

That’s some wap

I’m talking WAP, WAP, WAP

That’s some wap

Macaroni in a pot

That’s some wap, huh...

(There’s some whores in this house)

(There’s some whores in this house)