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Correct Cookies And Pounds Lyrics
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Wiz Khalifa
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Correct Cookies And Pounds
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Niggas got it fucked up, probably thinking it's a game I'mma smile and laugh but I ain't playing with them I'm up all day I work all night I roll a weed I'm on a flight Soon as a land I'm gonna write I'm on the grind 40 hours 2 shows 3 planes 6 zeros Flying all around the world like I'm a fucking hero Pouring it straight out the bottle that's how we drink liquor And we all from the same hood, that's why we feel the same thing Life say "If one of our pocket's hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain" Eyes smoking out the car service police escorting now the dawg nervous We the bomb searchers, penthouse whole room filled with cash in it Old school back seat with a stash in it big joint og mixed with hash in it And it's tgod you niggas last minute your flow last year, the swag last fall You just the last place, you ain't gonna last at all You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You know it's Taylor Gang or die haha word Uh, fresh out the spot where they selling You gotta pay them the coop Ain't no rules out this motherfъcker Who sold you that book Bitch we down when it's cracking Around my way and you know that Can get more than I ever asked So be afraid of the go back Yeah I'm talk and I'm cool moving No cameras respect the shooters I'm out on this money train You don't know about hustle, do you? It's everything in or nothing Bitch you know how I get down You wasn't mad at me before So why is you mad at me now? The alcohol got you talking You do the same things and the Cops Know conversation know where we playing Only for money calls only. More lyrics at eliterics That mean I can't deal with them old games That you tryna kick this ain't Shinobi I told her, "baby you thirsty?" She responded I'm cool Said your wrist it's got water, I told her bitch it's a pool Feel me gang now but concrete dive in first But if you owe me money I need my bread first, word You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds What you smoking all night? Aha What you got in your bag,...? The same shit new bЎtch with me,... Through fifty I'm running through the stop lights late night I told baby girl get your cake right, that kush doesn't taste right We take it to the hand, all you smeller kk and cookie smoke in the Benz Where my roof go I stack up quick, while they move slow White girls in my room I'm smoking while they do blow Plus life, no crushed ice... My bookie loves life But fuck it, I like to blow cash I don't talk it's nothing Two first class flights to the function Twenty... A hundred twenty grand in the city where the pretty girls dance And the plants grow, in the warehouse skinny cash If you pass me bullshit, I'mma laugh, I'm the man no lie baby You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds You niggas want kush we got ounces You niggas want cookies we got pounds
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