Thelonious Martin - Women Who Can Cook lyrics

[Verse 1] In the kitchen, stove clicking while you looking back I'm looking too, I look at you like "let me cook in that" I'm cutting thru while you working to put your foot in that I bust a move and serve you like "where Brooklyn at?" Right here baby, I'm right here baby And your hand touching your stomach like "you right there baby" Believe it, s**er for curves and knowing the way to keep a curve So you dressing up a plate is like the sweetest word Sing a couple tunes, the aroma hit the room Like if you was K. Michelle how you bezerking with a spoon Baby crazy at the stove top, oven door, dope spot Snatching up a crown how you cut 'em off, close shop Late night, early morning, sleepover benefits If you can pull shrimp and grits, I'll be at your fingertips Talking with your hands will have me listening for days And tell your friends that all of my friends feel the same [Hook] Models is a given, know that off the look But all we want is just some women who can cook All we want is just some women who can cook All we want is just some women who can cook Walking round the kitchen In your Vicki's get us hooked Cause all we want is just some women who can cook All we want is just some women who can cook All we want is just some women who can cook [Verse 2] From the K but my family from the country A bowl of banana pudding is the dopest way to love me You say I gave you the dopeness I say I'm just whipping the way you whip at the stove and Compliments in doses Compliment the way that you was brought up by your mother Like "f** it I never met her but I love her, tell her I love her" Telling you now how addicted we can both get You strung off the long and me off of salmon croquettes You be on your "Chopped", gourmet'ing off whatever Then you head to planet fitness and you shave it off your measurements Calling it sweet potato pie the way you let me in And even though I can't fit it all, there ain't a better fit Ha!, double meaning still around Double up throughout the day, double seasoning your style Baby talking with your hands will have me switching up your name And tell your friends that all of my friends feel the same