(Verse) Moses Muzek

Think I done found the recipe, gon’ cook it up girl you gon’ see,
Got the ingredients to satisfy your soul.
Gon’ take my time, girl that’s the key, and pour it all over you and me,
See, I guarantee I’ll have ya lickin’ out the bowl.

A drop of you to sweeten the taste, the sweetest sweet, just below ya waist,
As we stir it up and bring it to a simmer, don’t cook it too fast.
I see the hunger on ya face, and ever so slowly we speed up the pace,
As we reach a boil, I’m grabbin’ your… (AS we pull the recipe together)…

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I’m gon’ add a little ‘umph’ and little ‘whooooaa’,
Gon’ stir it up right on the floor,
And I’m gon’ have ya screamin’ “Do Me Baby”, “Ooooh give it to me”.

Now I’m gon’ add a little funk, a little “rock and roll”,
Gon’ add some jazz, gon’ add some soul,
And I’m gon’ have ya screamin’ “Do Me Baby”, “Ooooh give it to me”.

(Verse) Hotdam

Girl you got me greedy as can be/ I want your tasty goodies just for me/ I'll make sure you sexually appetite is fed (yeah)/ we can put this song on repeat, and stir it up til we fall asleep it would be sweet if you/ fed me breakfast in bed (and you know just what I mean)/ tasting you (got me)/ ready to fully embrace you ( I'm so ready)/ to start cooking with you baby (only if you let me)/ follow your directions until your love comes down/ round two girl/ move this to the floor/ it's always a pleasure when I'm working with you baby/ you always come back for more (yeah)

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I know ya soul yearns for this mix that I'm stirrin/ put it in ya oven to dismiss ya concern / oh if I can whip it right' if I can whip it right? Shit/ gimme bout an hour I'm a have you sittin nice lovin life / lemme pause never brag about my cookin/ but I guarantee I turn that apple into puddin, mushy/ givin you exactly what I told, you/ I reinvent the meaning of soul, food/ I swim up in yo insides to-fu/ I'm super, super go-ku/ got you layin up like (oh, oo)/ you can smell that pie through the whole, room/ leave so, soon not never/ warm you up good when I add hot pepper/ cook til it lifts just like we got feathers, wings/ and I let ya, sing to my reci-pes momma

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