We Dem Boyz (Tyga Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Tyga)

 Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz


Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz


[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle

Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck then swallow

Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow

Throwin money on her like she won the lotto

Pussy must be serious

Scared of heights come face your fears

Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over

Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner

Young nigga but I'm ready

Oh, foreign girls call me sexy

And white girls gimme becky

But first I gotta roll this joint, baby hol' up


Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz


[Tyga:]

Hol up, hol up, had to check the rollie

You know what time it is, bad bitches only

My nigga caught a case bailed out in the morning

Cause we got dollars bitch, so don't you dial The Police [?]

I'm repping and mixing my time like nigga what is you saying

Come fly to LA and I'll show you,i got a wood mansion

We at the story, now the star island

Mianmi and mollys, the young rich king I'm wildin'

Hol up, hol up, hol up, tryna' be so fucking bout it

You want my life style, just don't read the comments

Plotting on a hundred mill,couple milfs up in here ballin

Sh rocking with a cold nigga, now that bitch excited

This ain't no plain Jane, make ten mill of hatch tho, that shits my cash flow but i want mo'

Taylor gang and them last kings, bitches know my name raw on my license plate


Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz


[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy

Number 1, bitch you can't replace me

Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me

You got a ass so fat lets make a baby

Damn, I'm smokin weed in my mercedes

Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy

Man they money slim, they actin shady

I'm in my brand new car, who wanna race

Ho, bitch you ain't call my phone so why you showin up

I'm takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up

Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material

Hol up, man did you see her interior


Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

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