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mann - cookies & og lyrics

[verse 1: mann]

the west la rep back in affect
probbaly catch me at your local bank cashing a check
and my girl probably the baddest thing that you’ve never met
and you know exactly what we do right after the s-x
catch our breath, hold up
roll over roll up
then we do it over and over and over
she my little rider my little soldier
she f-ck with a youngin swag cause i’m from california
so she know whats up
steady floating up they gone notice us cause we dope as f-ck
waiting til headliners open up til then i’m yosted up
smoking the most potent blunt with the homies
and my main thang under my arm, but she ain’t the only one
just a young n-gga having fun
never leave the house without grabbin one
condom and a loud pack of that bomb
girl we got them cookies come and get you some

[hook: ty dolla sign]

wake up and i’m rolling weed up
wake up and i’m rolling weed up
cookies or the og
got a bad b-tch and she smoke weed

i hit the weed so i’ll be forever high
i hit the weed so i’ll be forever high
i hit the weed so i’ll be forever high
forever high, forever high, forever high

[verse 2: mann]

smoking that good smoking that loud smoking that bomb sh-t
mann dem roll a rasta bob marley bad mon spliff
gettin to them dollasigns like who im on this song with
get money like my palms itch, my girl just took a bong rip
when she get high that mean she really ready
i get to playing with that -ss like it was silly puddy
always keeping it 100 never change for anybody
i’mma be the man whether poor paid or get plenty money
ill be the same n-gga, nothing switched up but the program
she work the dispensary, i told her to slide me more grams
and she did now we lifted off what she twisted
and i’mma repeat this part incase the first time you missed it
just a young n-gga having fun
never leave the house without grabbiing one
condom and aloud pack of that bomb
girl we got them cookies come and get you some

[hook]

i hit the weed so ill be forever high
she give me brain while we riding in a car
she said a plane couldn’t take her up to mars
i put a molly on her tounge now shes ours
she want a westside westside westside
n-gga like me
westside, westside, westside

[hook]

- mann lyrics

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