Bake Sale Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa
Mistercap
You ready again, bro?
Yeah, TGOD Mafia
Straight outta Pittsburgh, man
Can't smoke weed to it
Don't doubt this ****
I don't wanna listen to it
He the truth ****
Yeah, 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, 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 tell 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're 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, y 'all 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
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
Uh, 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
**** 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
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 this drank
I often blaze an ounce a day, you at my crib, it's no mistake
Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shatter pieces
Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it
Anything that matters, you can get it all right here
At my bake sale, yeah
We can't wake 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 cone stuffed
It's goin' down, it's goin' down
I'ma roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, and we're goin' up
All day, every day
We ain't smoke enough
Oh, I'm on the KK, stoned as fuck
At my bake sale, yeah
