Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Aunts n Uncles lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Aunts n Uncles lyrics]
How y'all doing tonight? Sweet
I'd like to welcome you all to the Cookout
But I guess, um
If you in the building you've been invited
I'm the master chef
This is my homeboy chevy Woods
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can
Keep on hating on
Cause I know they gots to love me
I got my carry on and ticket, my plane number
735 doin a hundred
Getting weeded while I drive
Bet your bitch be trying to kick it
That's word from my homie
Get a shovel if you dig it
I show her Mr perfect
Just to hit it over dinner
She fucking with them vets
See them rings and we winners
They rookies over there
You say you don't fuck with beginners
You see, all these diamonds got
You thinking of winter, and that's cold
Game for you, let me roll a plane for you
No room for your drive
How I hug the lane on you
With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys
They smiling in our face
But hate it all inside
We just keep it cool and
Throw some pimping on
And ride to some shit we did last night uh
So cool, so fly, so taylor, am I?
I'm high, why ask? Or die
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can
Keep on hating on
Cause I know they gots to love me
Uh, tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
I'm in some shit
I don't know how much it costs
In the game, play it hard
Them haters just trying to catch
One of my balls not only selling out tours
I be shutting down malls
My iPhone is full of important calls
Soon as I get on a song
I turn the booth to a star
And start shitting on niggas
Properly getting them figures
Got so much gin in my liver
Doctors say I need a break
I'm rolling lots of weed and
Dropping cheese on real estate
These niggas always say they real
But they ain't real they fake
And I ain't never gave a
Fuck about they feelings
I just say tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
These niggas lame they don't get
No trust at all in the game, play it hard
When niggas send some shots your way
You won't duck em all, yeah
I know I did some things that's wrong
(And I'm not talking about
Bullets either, man
I don't advocate violence)
But still you gots to love me
(We hooping, nigga! yeah)
So tell them haters they can
Keep on hating on
(Keep talking, you bitch, you)
Cause I know they gots to love me
And you don't love it
Your muh'fucking kids love it too
That's real shit you can't escape this, man
Stop trying
It's like tryna outrun your shadow
We right on your heels, nigga, look down
Ha ha hahahaha fucker!
I'd like to welcome you all to the Cookout
But I guess, um
If you in the building you've been invited
I'm the master chef
This is my homeboy chevy Woods
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can
Keep on hating on
Cause I know they gots to love me
I got my carry on and ticket, my plane number
735 doin a hundred
Getting weeded while I drive
Bet your bitch be trying to kick it
That's word from my homie
Get a shovel if you dig it
I show her Mr perfect
Just to hit it over dinner
She fucking with them vets
See them rings and we winners
They rookies over there
You say you don't fuck with beginners
You see, all these diamonds got
You thinking of winter, and that's cold
Game for you, let me roll a plane for you
No room for your drive
How I hug the lane on you
With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys
They smiling in our face
But hate it all inside
We just keep it cool and
Throw some pimping on
And ride to some shit we did last night uh
So cool, so fly, so taylor, am I?
I'm high, why ask? Or die
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can
Keep on hating on
Cause I know they gots to love me
Uh, tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
I'm in some shit
I don't know how much it costs
In the game, play it hard
Them haters just trying to catch
One of my balls not only selling out tours
I be shutting down malls
My iPhone is full of important calls
Soon as I get on a song
I turn the booth to a star
And start shitting on niggas
Properly getting them figures
Got so much gin in my liver
Doctors say I need a break
I'm rolling lots of weed and
Dropping cheese on real estate
These niggas always say they real
But they ain't real they fake
And I ain't never gave a
Fuck about they feelings
I just say tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
These niggas lame they don't get
No trust at all in the game, play it hard
When niggas send some shots your way
You won't duck em all, yeah
I know I did some things that's wrong
(And I'm not talking about
Bullets either, man
I don't advocate violence)
But still you gots to love me
(We hooping, nigga! yeah)
So tell them haters they can
Keep on hating on
(Keep talking, you bitch, you)
Cause I know they gots to love me
And you don't love it
Your muh'fucking kids love it too
That's real shit you can't escape this, man
Stop trying
It's like tryna outrun your shadow
We right on your heels, nigga, look down
Ha ha hahahaha fucker!