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letra de come on baby - cookin soul

[intro]
(come on, baby)
cookin soul
(come on, baby)

[chorus: k!lla kyleon]
hey, we got whatever if you need it
so pour yourself a drink and get the weed lit (come on, baby)
bring a couple friends, i can bring mine
we can get together, have a good time, so (come on, baby)
hey, we got the gin and patrón
good kush, [?] papers and the [?] (come on, baby)
so let yourself go and get naughty
have a good time, let’s party, yeah (aight, look; come on, baby)

[verse 1: mac miller]
dazed and confused, i’ve been breakin’ the rules since the age i was two
gave the fat girl a buck and she sang you a tune (come on, baby)
when your face up in the news and you makin’ these moves
it’s best to tune out all these fools always hatin’ on you (come on, baby)
when my eyes shut, i’ma be f-cked up
they gotta notice that we always on the come-up (come on, baby)
hey, they see the way i’m spittin’, know this hard for you
been doin’ the impossible, slow it down, chopped and screwed (come on, baby)
sicker than a hospital, rollin’ with a motley crue
stars, connect a dot or two
you can’t feel the shoes that i’ma slip my feet and socks into (come on, baby)
buy, rip the tags in the bag, it’s a wrap
i ain’t gonna give it back, mac, run it (come on, baby)
[chorus: k!lla kyleon]
hey, we got whatever if you need it
so pour yourself a drink and get the weed lit (come on, baby)
bring a couple friends, i can bring mine
we can get together, have a good time, so (come on, baby)
hey, we got the gin and patrón
good kush, [?] papers and the [?] (come on, baby)
so let yourself go and get naughty
have a good time, let’s party, yeah (hey, run it; come on, baby)

[verse 2: k!lla kyleon]
it’s a house party, time for me to break in
we just need to party [?] (come on, baby)
get the patrón shots and sip on kush and get a twist up
tell a few friends i’ma call a couple chicks up (come on, baby)
red cups everywhere, empty bottles of booze
shot, shot, shots there to get ’em in the mood (come on, baby)
now she climbin’ up the stripper pole, bustin’ a couple moves
and everybody high, so we eatin’ up all the food (come on, baby)
freshest n-gga in the party ’cause my outfit fly
if you havin’ a good time, put your cups in the sky (come on, baby)
go ahead and wild out, ain’t no need to act shy
like will said, everything’s better when you high, yeah (come on, baby)

- cookin soul

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