Wake Up And Cook Up chords by Quavo Guitar Chords

Wake Up And Cook Up chords by Quavo Guitar Chords

[Intro: Quavo]
Cm Eb
Yeah
Cm Eb
Trap holla Zay
Cm
Migos

[Chorus: Quavo]
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb Cm Eb
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Cm Eb Cm Eb
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
Cm Eb
You wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Cm
I got a (What you got Quay?)
Cm
Appointment set up with your bae
Eb Cm
I got a bitch from the Bay
Eb Cm
I got a truck out your bay
Eb Cm
She telling me give her a taste
Eb Cm
I put that dick on her face
Eb Cm
I put that dick on her face
Yeah, like mace
Eb Cm
Pull up and I set up shop
Eb Cm
She drinking that shit by the shots
Eb Cm
Stunt on the block, same spot
Eb Cm
Pull up and cannot deny
Eb Cm
Niggas out here straight pie
Eb Cm
If you hanging with a group of guys
Eb Cm
Better make sure they gon’ ride
Eb Cm
I pull up like ¿cómo estás?
Eb Cm
None of your traps exist, nigga
Eb Cm
Selling that snort to your bitch, nigga
Eb Cm
That ain’t making my dick bigger
Eb Cm
Count it up and drop it on that fist, nigga
Eb Cm
Look at your unc with that itch
Eb Cm
Pop that, a nigga won’t twitch
Eb Cm
They gon’ say “I ain’t said that shit man”

[Chorus: Quavo]
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb Cm Eb
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Cm Eb Cm Eb
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
Cm Eb
You wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Cm Eb
30 rounds and the clip clear
Cm Eb
Make you and the Draco french kiss
Cm Eb
Can’t stand a dirty ass kitchen
Cm Eb
Broke up with my mistress
Cm Eb
Took the fork and I bent it
Cm Eb
Had a Panamera on
Cm Eb
and she pretty
Cm Eb
Still a heart away like penny
Cm Eb
Skrrt, yeah, that is the sound
I’m scraping the bowl
Cm Eb
Momma depend on me, I ain’t got kids
I gotta make it back home
Cm Eb
One phone call will get you killed
Cm Eb
I ain’t even gotta scroll
Cm Eb
Had apartment with no furniture
Cm Eb
But at least I had a stove
Cm Eb
Turned to whitewater
Cm Eb
’bout to get this splash on
Cm Eb
Other day I walked into Gucci
Cm Eb
Told them folks that I’m back home
Cm Eb
Got the city on my backbone
Cm Eb
Black on like sea bone
Cm Eb
Money calling, check the ringtone
Cm Eb
Phil Jackson with the rings on
Yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb Cm Eb
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Cm Eb Cm Eb
Them niggas is so small, we call ’em tadpoles
Cm Eb
You wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up
Cm Eb
Wake up and cook up

2 years ago

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