Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cookout, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Album song Amber Kush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
Cookout |
And that’s a round of applause |
Ladies and gentleman |
I’d like to shout out Taylor Gang |
And shout out my car keys |
It’s big business bitch |
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking |
Like a G should |
On my fly old school shit: Clint Eastwood |
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout |
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke |
We gon' turn this bitch out |
Roll another doobie |
Only papers, baby fill it with that ooh-wee |
Let a G roll the OG, then roll one for OG |
Yeah that’s the homie |
Zig-zags baby no leaf |
Acting like you know the Wizzle man, that’s my homie |
If that’s gin nigga, pour me |
Sippin' slow, she go down slow like a slow leaf |
Cop the car from the dealer |
Pulled off thumbs up to the homie Mac Miller |
King Kong, young gorilla |
My cup overfloweth, I’mma rhyme spilla' |
All day Mr. Count It Up |
I lost count I don’t ever think its enough |
I get it 100 after 100 |
So everything you did with that money I done done it |
Gone! |
Drop top, leather seats |
Tape deck playing, she a freak |
It ain’t about money, it ain’t my language |
Don’t know my name in memory of Rick James, Bitch! |
You know that I’m a Taylor tho? |
So to the cops Cartoon George «which way’d he go?» |
Shit, nigga I did blew 80 O’s, the 80′s O’s the 80 mo' |
In my lifetime, No Jay Z |
Just OZ’s, roll something, smoke weed |
Drink liquor, double cups |
No lean in it, fuck is up |
I tell her «bitch, I be airborne» |
Then in a minute in my lap where her hair gone |
She Keep it G, she love a nigga |
I tell her chill, I’m fucking witcha |
I’ma roll one up, as you should |
We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood |
I’m gon roll one up, as you should |
We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood |
Uh, best board the time machine, bitch |
You can write a movie off the shit I done seen |
Rolling them Khalifa papers up with all kinds of green |
Smoking while I’m rapping nigga, don’t get no time between |
Yeah I came up in the game, it took time you see |
I’ll show you how to get your money up and get high as me |
Talk to my Dad the other day said he proud of me |
My girl says she found 30 racks when she found my jeans |
I told her blow it, like her nose was running |
What you hatin' me for fam, get some hoes or something |
Niggas know me for twisting a whole ki |
Fuck around I might charge you a O or something |
I’m a let you hold it and you owe us nothing |
Its the shit I be smoking so be careful how you roll it when you cuffin' |
Got a projecter in the crib like nino |
Niggas ain’t gotta talk about it, we know |