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Cookie Cream Video (MV)




Performed By: Nauce
Length: 2:16
Written by: nicholas aucella




Nauce - Cookie Cream Lyrics




Ya I feel this, hold on

Captain crunch, Cookie cream, reading magazines, just turning a teen, eating kids cuisine
Now Im hopin' off the bus, now Im on the scene, only 17, and I roll the weed, like I eat my greens

Damn

Cuz momma told me I always should eat my greens
The oppas' told me, dont lemme catch you with weed, aye
But if you catch me, aint no catching up to me
Put my jets on like a f*cking jet ski
Dimond's looking colder then a f*cking yeti
Its really not my fault, bitch you dont get me
And Im all about me hunnits boy I'm talking century
And I do not want yo pussy bitch I got plenty
At the party and we chillin' n' you know we ten deep
Whole squad running up so dont f*cking tempt me
And dont disrespect my name, I dont take it gently
And just dont f*ck with the gang, or I'll turn to bruce lee

Captain crunch, cookie cream, reading magazines, just turning a teen, eating kids cuisine
Now Im hopin' off the bus, now Im on the scene, only 17, and I roll the weed, like I eat my greens

Remember sittin on the coach, we was watching cartoons
Now we skirtin off the lot and we turning up the tunes
Probably snapchatting yo thot and she asking whats the move
Relocate to the guap, buff chick, cheese blue
Briefcase filled with knots, high risk, big moves
And you know thats how we rock
Man its snowing on my rock
Man I feel like biggie pop
I might milly on yo block
Actin silly, f*ck the cops
And we rollin thru yo city, smokin ziggy wit no top
And my boys'll do wheelie for the piggys in the quad
We coming with no pitty cause we gotta beat the odds
Feelin like Im trippie cuz you know I beat the box
You stay a hunnit, Ima hunnit-fifty, gotta stay on top
How was you bumming when you wasnt with me? have you ever thought
Its kinda funny how Im getting bitches, now you wanna flock
When you got a shawty thats when other bitches hit you up
F*ck them bitches all about my business gotta get the bucks
If you switchin dont be f*cking hittin, I wont pick it up
Needa smoke pass the roach, ya we should scroll a blunt
If she know how I roll, ya then shawty tryna f*ck
I needa show wit my bros, cause you know we lit as f*ck
And we pull up the the party and we stankin like the skunk
Got the blunts in the front and the fortys in the trunk
This shit bump, why you slump? boy you actin like a chump

Nah

Thats nauce shit bitch
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Ya I feel this, hold on

Captain crunch, Cookie cream, reading magazines, just turning a teen, eating kids cuisine
Now Im hopin' off the bus, now Im on the scene, only 17, and I roll the weed, like I eat my greens

Damn

Cuz momma told me I always should eat my greens
The oppas' told me, dont lemme catch you with weed, aye
But if you catch me, aint no catching up to me
Put my jets on like a f*cking jet ski
Dimond's looking colder then a f*cking yeti
Its really not my fault, bitch you dont get me
And Im all about me hunnits boy I'm talking century
And I do not want yo pussy bitch I got plenty
At the party and we chillin' n' you know we ten deep
Whole squad running up so dont f*cking tempt me
And dont disrespect my name, I dont take it gently
And just dont f*ck with the gang, or I'll turn to bruce lee

Captain crunch, cookie cream, reading magazines, just turning a teen, eating kids cuisine
Now Im hopin' off the bus, now Im on the scene, only 17, and I roll the weed, like I eat my greens

Remember sittin on the coach, we was watching cartoons
Now we skirtin off the lot and we turning up the tunes
Probably snapchatting yo thot and she asking whats the move
Relocate to the guap, buff chick, cheese blue
Briefcase filled with knots, high risk, big moves
And you know thats how we rock
Man its snowing on my rock
Man I feel like biggie pop
I might milly on yo block
Actin silly, f*ck the cops
And we rollin thru yo city, smokin ziggy wit no top
And my boys'll do wheelie for the piggys in the quad
We coming with no pitty cause we gotta beat the odds
Feelin like Im trippie cuz you know I beat the box
You stay a hunnit, Ima hunnit-fifty, gotta stay on top
How was you bumming when you wasnt with me? have you ever thought
Its kinda funny how Im getting bitches, now you wanna flock
When you got a shawty thats when other bitches hit you up
F*ck them bitches all about my business gotta get the bucks
If you switchin dont be f*cking hittin, I wont pick it up
Needa smoke pass the roach, ya we should scroll a blunt
If she know how I roll, ya then shawty tryna f*ck
I needa show wit my bros, cause you know we lit as f*ck
And we pull up the the party and we stankin like the skunk
Got the blunts in the front and the fortys in the trunk
This shit bump, why you slump? boy you actin like a chump

Nah

Thats nauce shit bitch
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Writer: nicholas aucella
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