Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bake Sale, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bake Sale |
| Mistercap |
| You ready again bro? |
| Yeah! |
| TGOD Mafia |
| Straight out of Pittsburgh, mane |
| Can’t smoke weed to it |
| Don’t doubt this nigga |
| I don’t wanna listen to it |
| He the truth, nigga |
| At my bake sale yeah |
| We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah |
| Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah |
| Lovin' havin' sex, hell yeah |
| All day, hell yeah |
| We’ve been countin' cake, hell yeah |
| Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah |
| We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah |
| I’ve been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Gettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Cookies and OG |
| Come to my crib, we blow by the Os |
| Kush, you already know |
| It ain’t in a joint, we don’t even smoke it |
| I keep a bitch gettin' stoned |
| We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J |
| She told me that I’m her new favorite |
| How much do we blaze? |
| A hundred a day |
| Say they got the good but what the pack smell like? |
| Feel like it’s a dream but now we back to real life |
| It’s incredible |
| I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles |
| All shit you never saw |
| And it’s all at my bake sale |
| Roll another one, help me think well |
| I stay with the plane |
| I’m slangin' them thangs, you know we ain’t new to this |
| Let’s turn on the stove and call up some hoes |
| Let’s roll up and do this shit |
| At my bake sale yeah |
| We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Lovin' having sex, hell yeah |
| All day, hell yeah |
| We’ve been countin' cake, hell yeah |
| Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah |
| We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah |
| I just rolled a pound at my bake sale |
| Bitches goin' down at my bake sale |
| I just keep it real, I don’t fake well |
| Niggas say they on, well I can’t tell |
| I just fucked three hoes, I don’t know their name |
| Pussy come and pussy go, it’s all the same |
| I’m rollin' up the weed while I count the cake |
| Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n' bake |
| What you think? |
| I’m on this dank, I’m off that drank |
| I often blaze an ounce a day |
| You at my crib, it’s no mistake |
| Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces |
| Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters |
| You can get it all right here at my |
| At my bake sale yeah |
| We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah |
| Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah |
| Lovin', havin' sex, hell yeah |
| All day, hell yeah |
| We’ve been countin' cake, hell yeah |
| Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah |
| We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah |
| Roll, roll one up |
| Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up |
| All day, every day, we ain’t roll enough |
| Get a pound, break it down, get them cones stuffed |
| It’s goin' down, goin' down |
| I’ma roll one up |
| Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up |
| All day, every day, we ain’t smoke enough |
| I’m on the KK, stoned as fuck |
| At my bake sale yeah |