Bake sale – Wiz Khalifa lyrics

Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – 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 n***a.
I don’t wanna listen to it.
He the truth, n***a.(bake sale)

At my bake sale yeah.
We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah.
Laughin’ off this drank, hell yeah.
Lovin having s*x, hell yeah.
All day, hell yeahhh.
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, hell yeah.
Gettin’ calls from home, hell yeah.
So I started up a bake sale, yeah.
They know I got all the cake, hell 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 b***h 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 s**t 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 h**s.
Let’s roll up and do this s**t.

At my bake sale yeah.
We can’t wait to bake, hell yeah.
Laughin’ off this drank, hell yeah.
Lovin’, havin’ s*x, 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 f*cked three h**s, I don’t know their name.
P8ssy come and p*ssy 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, f*ck 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’ s*x, 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 though.
It’s goin’ down, goin’ down.
I’ma roll one up.
Get a J, make a plane, now we goin’ up.
All day, every day, we ain’t smoke enough.
I’m on the K, K, stoned as f*ck.
At my bake sale yeah.
Wiz Khalifa
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