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lirik lagu cookin soul & ankhlejohn - halfway

[intro: ankhlejohn]
cookin soul
lordy
lordy, you goin’ crazy or something
siu

[chorus: ankhlejohn]
uh
show me where you at and i’ll meet you halfway
my lordy was stuck in the house, but the sh~t a halfway
try to teach ’em to do right, all they know is the fast way (oh)
get you shot in the mouth [?] smoke ashtray (f~ck)
put ’em out like a roach, leave his body in the pathway
i’m a smooth n~gga, most times like donny hathaway
you sing to the cops like it was monday or sat~rday
i got toxins by the trash can that’ll run a rat away
send a addy, they’ll be there like, “n~gga, get away”
to get my n~gga out, i really had to spend a bag today (what?)
bail money, when you hustle, you gotta put that away
i thank my girl [?] or i wouldn’t be the man today
[?] been hard headed not listenin’, what thе f~ck i’m sayin’ today

[verse 1: ankhlejohn]
never did this sh~t beforе, so i ain’t gon’ raise my hand today (nah)
or tomorrow, b~tches sorry, playing games like it’s anime
it’s like every four years, i gotta get new candidates (what?)
got b~tches everywhere from london to canada
love & hip hop, suck d~ck, like to smoke cannabis (smoke it)
on the top floor tryna stick my whole hand in her
not aggressively, but more so like romantically
felt bad a week later ’cause she a whole fan of me
when i’m with my son, i try to watch my profanity (f~ck)
[verse 2: mike shabb]
money coming in faster than a b~tch
i’m a real stepper, i don’t gotta flash no bl!cks
ain’t no rewards with no risks
married to the paper, gave my bride a long kiss (mwah)
b~tch~ass fat, so them ties don’t fit
face card immaculate, eyes don’t miss (eyes don’t miss)
she got a smart mouth, but them lies don’t hit (lies don’t hit)
sh~t gon’ hit the same, i wrote this on the night they freed thugger out the cage (nah, for real)
i put my brothers on like leaf cutters in a chain
i had to stop playing, i left my sweet lover in the rain
fine sh~t hit me up, say she wanna give up some brain
she vegetarian, but she a meat lover at night
i don’t sleep, i’m watching deep cover at night
5th gen on the left, extended magazine on the right
zaza bags, dogsh~t, sweet polar white
locs hanging in the wind like shottas on the [?]
[?], 500 fahrenheit
yes, n~ggas hit ya block and now ya block full of candle lights
when you top floor living, ain’t n0body scared of heights
when you top floor living, you get rid of these parasites (for real)
i wrote this song halloween (halloween)
slim thick baby got model jeans
[?] on my pants, nah, these designer jeans (these designer jeans)
silencer [?] made police drive past the murder scene (for real)
now i wanna work my gun, my gun tryna work me (tryna work me)
[chorus: ankhlejohn]
uh
show me where you at and i’ll meet you halfway
my lordy was stuck in the house, but the sh~t a halfway
try to teach ’em to do right, all they know is the fast way (oh)
get you shot in the mouth [?] smoke ashtray (f~ck)
put ’em out like a roach, leave his body in the pathway
i’m a smooth n~gga, most times like donny hathaway
you sing to the cops like it was monday or sat~rday
i got toxins by the trash can that’ll run a rat away
send a addy, they’ll be there like, “n~gga, get away”
to get my n~gga out, i really had to spend a bag today (what?)
bail money, when you hustle, you gotta put that away
i thank my girl [?] or i wouldn’t be the man today (what?)
[?] (huh?), been hard headed not listenin’, what the f~ck i’m sayin’ today

[outro: ?]
you get a michelin star for this alone
a three michelin star definitely
what’s a michelin star?
the michelin star
mouth watering taste, lively libations, perfect presentation, ah yes, a michelin star

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