Smokin it out roll it up
Yea yo bitch she want to fuxk
All we do is smoke on good Kuz in the bay we like to stunt
Summa fall money fall
Baby girl pop it fast
F*ck yo bitch have a laugh
Hayward were you find me at
Smoke it out light up coolin wit yo bitch
Let me talk my shit
Michael Jackson this it
If we pull up the whole point is head shots to not miss
She was missing you a few days until my appearance mhm
Confidently cut her off she don't know what to do with it
Pass her off to my lil bro here you hit
All I'm worry bout baby girl is my bank digits
Don't pass it to them weak niggas no they can't hit
Might mumble what I'm sayin but bitch heard what I'm saying
Move all that shit across the lake
Contact my bitch from outta state
Been gang before we could spell it
Moving before it legal to sell it
Drop it at the back door don't mail it
F*cking with the paper so we had to nail now he ain't tellin
Smokin it out roll it up
Yea yo bitch she want to fuxk
All we do is smoke on good Kuz in the bay we like to stunt
Summa fall money fall
Baby girl pop it fast
F*ck yo bitch have a laugh
Hayward were you find me at
Mask on gloves on gun under shirt
Pull up hop out you get this work
Peel off dump car lay low chill
Days past weeks past hit the field there he go
Thizzin like I'm 24 with the marshawn lynch on
OutKast so fresh so clean my theme song
Money getting count up is my ring tone
You went out side with your bling on and niggas had they beams on
So they took it
Used to be your grandmas lil pudding
Now you just daisy pushing
The nigga that did it flipped it got digits and now he Mercedez pushing
Popular pimpin
I'm drinking not sippin
Rabbits goin hungry with all these carrots on me
Don't get to close we got that thing homie
She drop low and groove for me
Michael DeAngelo - Cookies Lyrics
Michael DeAngelo - Cookies Lyrics
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Smokin it out roll it up
Yea yo bitch she want to fuxk
All we do is smoke on good Kuz in the bay we like to stunt
Summa fall money fall
Baby girl pop it fast
F*ck yo bitch have a laugh
Hayward were you find me at
Smoke it out light up coolin wit yo bitch
Let me talk my shit
Michael Jackson this it
If we pull up the whole point is head shots to not miss
She was missing you a few days until my appearance mhm
Confidently cut her off she don't know what to do with it
Pass her off to my lil bro here you hit
All I'm worry bout baby girl is my bank digits
Don't pass it to them weak niggas no they can't hit
Might mumble what I'm sayin but bitch heard what I'm saying
Move all that shit across the lake
Contact my bitch from outta state
Been gang before we could spell it
Moving before it legal to sell it
Drop it at the back door don't mail it
F*cking with the paper so we had to nail now he ain't tellin
Smokin it out roll it up
Yea yo bitch she want to fuxk
All we do is smoke on good Kuz in the bay we like to stunt
Summa fall money fall
Baby girl pop it fast
F*ck yo bitch have a laugh
Hayward were you find me at
Mask on gloves on gun under shirt
Pull up hop out you get this work
Peel off dump car lay low chill
Days past weeks past hit the field there he go
Thizzin like I'm 24 with the marshawn lynch on
OutKast so fresh so clean my theme song
Money getting count up is my ring tone
You went out side with your bling on and niggas had they beams on
So they took it
Used to be your grandmas lil pudding
Now you just daisy pushing
The nigga that did it flipped it got digits and now he Mercedez pushing
Popular pimpin
I'm drinking not sippin
Rabbits goin hungry with all these carrots on me
Don't get to close we got that thing homie
She drop low and groove for me
Yea yo bitch she want to fuxk
All we do is smoke on good Kuz in the bay we like to stunt
Summa fall money fall
Baby girl pop it fast
F*ck yo bitch have a laugh
Hayward were you find me at
Smoke it out light up coolin wit yo bitch
Let me talk my shit
Michael Jackson this it
If we pull up the whole point is head shots to not miss
She was missing you a few days until my appearance mhm
Confidently cut her off she don't know what to do with it
Pass her off to my lil bro here you hit
All I'm worry bout baby girl is my bank digits
Don't pass it to them weak niggas no they can't hit
Might mumble what I'm sayin but bitch heard what I'm saying
Move all that shit across the lake
Contact my bitch from outta state
Been gang before we could spell it
Moving before it legal to sell it
Drop it at the back door don't mail it
F*cking with the paper so we had to nail now he ain't tellin
Smokin it out roll it up
Yea yo bitch she want to fuxk
All we do is smoke on good Kuz in the bay we like to stunt
Summa fall money fall
Baby girl pop it fast
F*ck yo bitch have a laugh
Hayward were you find me at
Mask on gloves on gun under shirt
Pull up hop out you get this work
Peel off dump car lay low chill
Days past weeks past hit the field there he go
Thizzin like I'm 24 with the marshawn lynch on
OutKast so fresh so clean my theme song
Money getting count up is my ring tone
You went out side with your bling on and niggas had they beams on
So they took it
Used to be your grandmas lil pudding
Now you just daisy pushing
The nigga that did it flipped it got digits and now he Mercedez pushing
Popular pimpin
I'm drinking not sippin
Rabbits goin hungry with all these carrots on me
Don't get to close we got that thing homie
She drop low and groove for me
Writer: Michael Lemon
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