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Cookie Boyz
149
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cookie Boyz was released on September 28, 2017 by Bern One Entertainment / Cookie Boyz as a part of the album Cookie Boyz
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Release DateSeptember 28, 2017
LabelBern One Entertainment / Cookie Boyz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

Lyrics

Ski mask hit me, he said he got Cherry Garcia
Mix the ackee and tag, call that thing sangria
Stuff it with H, we smokin' on fajita pita
Slappin' Nathan Bomarley, puffin' on that Rita
Break down the reefer, we brought the reefer
They tryna catch up, **** keep up
Fattest Cohibas, we chiefin' ether
Watch out for creepers, stripe you like zebras
Blowin' fire like dragon creatures, who can compete us?
Put all your tree up
We DT killas, don't do Swishers, shawty twist on that leaf
Don't do gorillas, super silver, you could puff on your tree
Known as the illa, with them flavors, got the club and the streets
Smoke you like dizza, backwood hitta, twistin' grams out that penny
Watch the dolphins, they kick your feet up
Woods fat as taquitas
Lemonade, no chiquita
20 Stuffed in two-seaters
Project bitch named Shaquita
Serve you just like Serena
I'm taxin' just like the reaper
Come get it, you want it cheaper
Ski mask, chiefin' cookies and chillin'
Sometimes I prefer the lemon
Draped in the finest linens
Gettin' high with beautiful women
Bet one of 'em be my victim
I'm gettin' sucked while I'm sippin'
Dipped in sauce, yeah I'm drippin'
Cuz on the left of me crippin'
It's Cookie Boys, need I mention?
Street shit ain't got no pension
Stack the shit while you can
Go up north, find some land
Water boy in the field, anticipatin' my yield
All of my cuts is real, and all of my pints is sealed
You suckas is rollin' sour, I'm breakin' down snow from Powers
Been rollin' up for an hour, no concentrate, I like flowers
My only opps is the cops and a nosy neighborhood watch
PG&E and PDE, they tryna hate on my crops
Tell them suckas to ease up, livin' good with my feet up
You runnin' low, time to re-up
Box at the door, pick the P up
Bern got me stuntin' on ****, he laced me with all the flavors
I'm stackin' up all my paper so I can go buy some acres
Written by: Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., Skimask, Yung Lb
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