Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Aye yo, I don't know who be more potent
Me or this chronic, I'm smokin', I keep a bad bitch rollin
Get addicted to a life that you can never fill
Not a bully, still take her I will and dare you to drill
Find that I'm skilled but I'd rather chill, get money and build
There's too many, I don't take pics that much but live plenty
A lot of ya'll live real full but soul's empty
I drop swiftly, showin' the crown fit me
Spit your album worth of bars in a minute, fifty
See me with her, then I f*cked, I ain't givin' hickeys
The way I spitty, tickle kitty, make her sticky all up in her Vickies
I'm so raw, Magic Johnson is not f*ckin' wit me
Go so hard, my fans will give a heart or kidney
Move across the world, nobody f*ckin' with me
And if they did, one of my niggas shinin' quickly
Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Mike Rob, I'm 420 friendly, bitch, where the weed at
I'ma need that, you know where I be at
All around the country, never been to overseas yet
I ain't hard to find, I'm where the trees at
Coach Prime smokin' Colorado, that's that Buffalo Soldier, aka Bob Marley
Try me, bitch, I wish you would Bitch, I know you wish you could, but you can't And it's still all good
80s baby, till they bury me
How long will they mourn me, plottin' on my enemies
Raised off of Pac, then Dogg, and Master P
Now you understand why I love my Hennessy
But can you riddle me, why I love these cookies, G
It's like therapy, right after the pussy be
Just picked up a whole ounce, now I gotta bounce, cuz I
Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Devon Tyler - Cookies (feat. Mike Rob) Lyrics
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Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Aye yo, I don't know who be more potent
Me or this chronic, I'm smokin', I keep a bad bitch rollin
Get addicted to a life that you can never fill
Not a bully, still take her I will and dare you to drill
Find that I'm skilled but I'd rather chill, get money and build
There's too many, I don't take pics that much but live plenty
A lot of ya'll live real full but soul's empty
I drop swiftly, showin' the crown fit me
Spit your album worth of bars in a minute, fifty
See me with her, then I f*cked, I ain't givin' hickeys
The way I spitty, tickle kitty, make her sticky all up in her Vickies
I'm so raw, Magic Johnson is not f*ckin' wit me
Go so hard, my fans will give a heart or kidney
Move across the world, nobody f*ckin' with me
And if they did, one of my niggas shinin' quickly
Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Mike Rob, I'm 420 friendly, bitch, where the weed at
I'ma need that, you know where I be at
All around the country, never been to overseas yet
I ain't hard to find, I'm where the trees at
Coach Prime smokin' Colorado, that's that Buffalo Soldier, aka Bob Marley
Try me, bitch, I wish you would Bitch, I know you wish you could, but you can't And it's still all good
80s baby, till they bury me
How long will they mourn me, plottin' on my enemies
Raised off of Pac, then Dogg, and Master P
Now you understand why I love my Hennessy
But can you riddle me, why I love these cookies, G
It's like therapy, right after the pussy be
Just picked up a whole ounce, now I gotta bounce, cuz I
Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Aye yo, I don't know who be more potent
Me or this chronic, I'm smokin', I keep a bad bitch rollin
Get addicted to a life that you can never fill
Not a bully, still take her I will and dare you to drill
Find that I'm skilled but I'd rather chill, get money and build
There's too many, I don't take pics that much but live plenty
A lot of ya'll live real full but soul's empty
I drop swiftly, showin' the crown fit me
Spit your album worth of bars in a minute, fifty
See me with her, then I f*cked, I ain't givin' hickeys
The way I spitty, tickle kitty, make her sticky all up in her Vickies
I'm so raw, Magic Johnson is not f*ckin' wit me
Go so hard, my fans will give a heart or kidney
Move across the world, nobody f*ckin' with me
And if they did, one of my niggas shinin' quickly
Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Mike Rob, I'm 420 friendly, bitch, where the weed at
I'ma need that, you know where I be at
All around the country, never been to overseas yet
I ain't hard to find, I'm where the trees at
Coach Prime smokin' Colorado, that's that Buffalo Soldier, aka Bob Marley
Try me, bitch, I wish you would Bitch, I know you wish you could, but you can't And it's still all good
80s baby, till they bury me
How long will they mourn me, plottin' on my enemies
Raised off of Pac, then Dogg, and Master P
Now you understand why I love my Hennessy
But can you riddle me, why I love these cookies, G
It's like therapy, right after the pussy be
Just picked up a whole ounce, now I gotta bounce, cuz I
Just left cookies with some great shit
A couple niggas might hate, but they ain't gon' say shit
Don't let shit part ya lips that I might find tasteless
I know a couple niggas that'll get you for a bracelet
Writer: Devon Tyler, Michael Robinson
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