B.o.B, Big K.R.I.T., Bun B - 5 On The Kush lyrics
[B.o.B, Big K.R.I.T., Bun B - 5 On The Kush lyrics]
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
I said I'm thrown to the side, like a lateral
I swear tonight I'm doin' major damage
It's collateral fifty on the potion
One hundred on the smokin'
Panoramic roof, but we ride in slow motion
Patron pass to you, top shelf we toastin'
Top models, tops poppin' off, Kelly Rowland
It's whatever, I never let up
I never feel better
A house full of freaks and
They'll never say never
My seats all leather, my jackets all leather
Got PETA pissed off cause my
Pillow full of feathers
Since day one I stay down like a cellar
Bun B, KRIT
BoB we some fuckin' trend setters
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Ok, I roll up and I pour
Up to the motherfuckin' top
Pimp C, twenty-four
What's a whip if it don't chop?
Subwoofers in my cushion
What's a trunk if it don't knock
Digi on the dash, if I want it then I cop
Cause it's G ho, let me work this wheel ho
Is there difference cause I'm young, huh?
What shit you think a real nigga live for?
Drink lean and pop pills folk
So far in the sky
You can hear God talk when I crack my window
And clear out this endo
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Well it's mista bigga, swisha picka up
But what's the deal though?
Rolling with your sister
Twisting big and blow and kill bro
Trunk popped open
Speakers kick it like a steel toe
With a big old bag of that southside swag
That I pick up by the kilo
All the trill note till they recognize
Haters get on the sideline
Killing roaches like pesticide
Then lead em off of my timeline
Getting older, but I'm colder
Better with age like I'm fine wine
Killer on the mic like Grind Time
How would you like to live my shine?
I'm too fresh and I'm too clean
Getting thrown by routine
And I'm so wavy they like to pay
Me and this all gravy like poutine
Pimping baby, what you mean? I'm with BoB
You with KRIT
And we on the job, trees is lit
So get off the knob playa, we the shit
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
I said I'm thrown to the side, like a lateral
I swear tonight I'm doin' major damage
It's collateral fifty on the potion
One hundred on the smokin'
Panoramic roof, but we ride in slow motion
Patron pass to you, top shelf we toastin'
Top models, tops poppin' off, Kelly Rowland
It's whatever, I never let up
I never feel better
A house full of freaks and
They'll never say never
My seats all leather, my jackets all leather
Got PETA pissed off cause my
Pillow full of feathers
Since day one I stay down like a cellar
Bun B, KRIT
BoB we some fuckin' trend setters
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Ok, I roll up and I pour
Up to the motherfuckin' top
Pimp C, twenty-four
What's a whip if it don't chop?
Subwoofers in my cushion
What's a trunk if it don't knock
Digi on the dash, if I want it then I cop
Cause it's G ho, let me work this wheel ho
Is there difference cause I'm young, huh?
What shit you think a real nigga live for?
Drink lean and pop pills folk
So far in the sky
You can hear God talk when I crack my window
And clear out this endo
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think
Well it's mista bigga, swisha picka up
But what's the deal though?
Rolling with your sister
Twisting big and blow and kill bro
Trunk popped open
Speakers kick it like a steel toe
With a big old bag of that southside swag
That I pick up by the kilo
All the trill note till they recognize
Haters get on the sideline
Killing roaches like pesticide
Then lead em off of my timeline
Getting older, but I'm colder
Better with age like I'm fine wine
Killer on the mic like Grind Time
How would you like to live my shine?
I'm too fresh and I'm too clean
Getting thrown by routine
And I'm so wavy they like to pay
Me and this all gravy like poutine
Pimping baby, what you mean? I'm with BoB
You with KRIT
And we on the job, trees is lit
So get off the knob playa, we the shit
Five on the kush, twenty on the drinks
So loaded in the club that
A nigga can't think