Lyrics Bout It - brokeNCYDE

Bout It

Chillin' at the crib and get wasted
If you get naked
Party in a prime location
Tell your girlfriend to bring her best friend
She steal I tryna laded
Get you faded, it’s complicated
We just popped a pill, levitated
In spaceship we in the matrix
vacation, got my flame on
Tryna get my break on
Double cups of that Grey Goose
Chillin' with a
Tell a pussy
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it
Put your motherfucking bodies in the sky, make it got it
Gotta motherfucking in this bitch, if you got it
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it
Pound if you ain’t all about it
Yes, it’s all weed, the money counting
Keep that ass in, titties bouncin'
We’re the kings, yeah
No need to announce it, hold up
We came here to turned up
We a here to throw up
Hey, to up
up
Money come, tell you once
Don’t make me tell you twice
I’ma really nice guy, but don’t cross me
I’ma burn you then take your life
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it
Put your motherfucking bodies in the sky, make it got it
Gotta motherfucking in this bitch, if you got it
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it
Sam: Get outta here, Dewey!
Dewey Cox: What are y’all doin' in here?
Sam: We’re smoking reefer and you don’t want no part of this shit
Dewey Cox: You’re smoking «reefers»?
Sam: Yeah, 'course we are;
can’t you smell it?
Dewey Cox: No, Sam.
I can’t
Reefer Girl: Come on, Dewey!
Join the party!
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it
Put your motherfucking bodies in the sky, make it got it
Gotta motherfucking in this bitch, if you got it
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it