#NeverDrinkingAgain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

It's been a minute

Still in it

One more song then I'm finish

Two more songs 20 minutes

Three more songs handle business

Lotta women, no liquor

I don't really want my head spinning

I know where to start, know the beginning

It be like two shots then I'm loaded

Then them two shots turn to 40

Then I wake up in the morning

Like

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

It was just me, two women

We was in my backyard swimming

Smoking weed, rockstar living

They was drinking out the bottle, I was chilling

No limit, no limit

They didn't really have no limit

I know how it go when you're feeling it

It be like two shots then I'm loaded

Then them two shots turn to 40

Then I wake up in the morning

Like

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

How did I slip up?

When I said I wasn't drinking again

4 THE LOW lyrics - Problem & Wiz Khalifa

 Good weed

Eyes low

No, we ain't gotta stress no more

Count it up

Smoke gas

Smoke pounds for the low

Call my cell phone

No, I don't let shop close

Froze, yeah my neck so cold

Cones, I'm the connect start passing out

Clones

Every day wake up and get stoned

I'm talking all natural

I'm rolling them bats up now

The police don't pat 'em down

I see they be down bad

I'm rolling up laughing now

These fools be sick

So when I roll six I don't even pass 'em now

Homie don't even ask 'em now

Black market on the east side they boxed up and got rich

For that same thing they doing

Now homies locked up and I'm pissed

In a whoop wam still boxed up

While them white folks get rich

So I make sure that I buy something every time

I make the money flip

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

Rolling weed and I trip

Make money then I dip

Won't ask for a sip

Self-made like Nip

Boys got chick ways

Ride waves like ship

The game know we good business

Cause we got it like this baby (what)

I done made classics

Come to that grass you don't even have to count

Whole turkey bag I roll it up fast

It don't even last 'em now

Wow, how?

Now they wan' flag 'em down

I do what I want and put an amount

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

For the low

Pounds for the low

We got pounds for the low

All Day lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (from "WWE 2K15" soundtrack)

[John Cena:]

Uh, Wiz, I'mma help you re-educate the masses right now

(You know where I'm from)

(You know where I'm from)

(You know where I'm from)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, growin' up in that slum

Tatted all on my chest just to let y'all know where I'm from

Uh, haters, i don't see none

Goin' hard day, day Lord knows I want the best for my son

So I got Chuck Tays on my feet, and I got bitches smokin' my chief

And I got all my dogs with me, anyone starvin', man they gon' eat

And we don't do deceit

We do real big receipts

We do first class cabin seats

If you ain't gonna stand for nothin', have a seat

Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day

I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

[John Cena:]

Looks like you lettin' 'em know what going all day is all about

Well, it's Mr. All Day

Y'all 'bout to find God, make you an instant preacher

They should have never let Cena spit with Wiz Khalifa

We all day fam, hotter than a sauna

I'm not from Chi city but I'm common on the corner

We always hustle hard, you ballin' incidental

I'm 'bout to go on trial, murderin' instrumentals

I dumb it down for you, I keep it simple, son

I need four fingers, I'm givin' you the middle one

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day

I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

I tried to tell these boys I ain't lyin'

Put it in their faces so they can get their cake like mine

But man they keep hatin' and I can't see the reason why

Why when I get a plate they keep tryna take it

Put 'em in their places

Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day

Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way

I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day

I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

Always High lyrics - Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed to smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed to smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

[Juicy J (Wiz Khalifa):]

I ain't got no job, smoke weed at the job

Most niggas gotta rob cause the

(President don't fuck with us, that's why we gotta roll one up)

Smoking weed with your broad

In her panties, in her bra tryna get a nigga hard

(I just hit her base like a baseball game

Your bitch ridin' now she ain't yours mane)

I ain't got no plans, you can bring your friends they can all join in

(I got girls rollin up what they came here for, smoke so much till I can't no more)

I ain't worried about 12, I can make me a sale

Ain't gotta send it through the mail

Cause (it's legal now so the plants gon' grow

OG Kush got me movin' slow

Let me hit that bong

We don't smoke that mid, only smoke that strong)

If it ain't that dope, don't roll it up

And you already know what's in my cup

Finna (roll a paperplane)

Smoke green suicide, yeah I got my own strain

And if it ain't Green Sui', then you know it's KK

Don't fuck up my high, don't fuck up my day

I just (put new rims on a oldschool car

Smoke so much that I'm in the stars)

Just smoked out the Mulsanne

I smoke more than you move them thangs

And my (eyes so low, I'm in my zone

Too damn high, man don't hit my phone)

Cause you already know what I'm on

Bout to break me down a pound and roll up a zone, nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed to smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

I'm always high, I'm always drunk getting too fucked up

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Getting too damn stoned

I roll too much weed smoke on my own

That's why we gotta roll one up

That's why we gotta roll one up

Alright lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Trippie Redd & Preme)

 Everything Foreign

Turn me up, Wallis

[Trippie Redd:]

Said I'm alright (Alright)

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm alright (Alright)

Yeah, draped in gold, bitch it's on ice (On ice)

VVS them diamonds, bitch, they all ice (All ice)

Yeah, I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ooh, said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

[Preme:]

Pull up in the Maybach, CJ with me lookin' hella tipsy

White girl with me and the molly got her dancin' hella Brittany

1400 hoodie, all red, looking hella Trippie

Bobby Shmurda niggas, Houston bitches with me on that Whitney, ooh

I come out the coldest city with the hottest bitch

I pull up poppin' at these niggas if they poppin' shit

Them bitches tryna fall in love, I'm tryna fall in rich

She gotta go and brush her teeth before she suck my dick

My dawg want that payback and I might have to okay that

Pull up on that clown and pulled 'em down 'cause my homie don't play that

Mobbin' deep, give them Hell on earth, I come from the dirt

Get you murked, ain't talkin' water guns, but all them choppers squirt, yeah

[Trippie Redd:]

Said I'm alright (Alright)

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm alright (Alright)

Yeah, draped in gold, bitch it's on ice (On ice)

VVS them diamonds, bitch, they all ice (All ice)

Yeah, I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ooh, said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Uh, black and yellow with that pedal

Gettin' rich but from the ghetto

Took off to another level

Been to war, I got the medals

Different flows, I got several

Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors, never let a nigga pose

If it's alright with you then it's alright with me

If you never try, you never find how real it could be

Got your girls with you, got my niggas with me

Spend it all and get it back, bein' broke's just a memory

Yeah, every time I hit the club with her we be turnin' heads

I put numbers on the board, smell the KK when I board

Private jet when I'm bored, get respect across the board

Get a check when I go, we pull up, bitch, we don't troll

[Trippie Redd:]

Said I'm alright (Alright)

Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm alright (Alright)

Yeah, draped in gold, bitch it's on ice (On ice)

VVS them diamonds, bitch, they all ice (All ice)

Yeah, I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ooh, said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Said I'm telling you I'm alright (I'm alright)

Know it's okay, yeah

Know it's okay, yeah

Know it's okay, yeah

Know it's okay

Bad Influence lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 See I be gettin'to it, gettin' to it

Come to these broads I be stickin' movin'

Don't ever talk it, if I didn't do it

I'm ridin' round, bumpin' on some new shit

Looking for a bad broad to cruise with

Come and kick it with a winner

No, we never losin'

I'm a call some of my dawgs, call them girls you cool with

I ain't nothing like them niggas cause they all illusion

I'm a roll some of this weed put my car in motion

Now we roller coastin'

Tell me I'm the one you need

Well, that ain't hard to believe

Hit this chronic then we leave

By now you probably wonderin what tricks I got up my sleeve

Cause tell me how you want it tho

And I'll slow down the speed

I open up the roof and drop the top you feel the breeze

Yeah I'm young and successful

But I made it out the streets

I'm throwin all my funds

And make it back in a week

You need to roll with me

You the baddest, to say the least

Shorty, what's good?

If you down, we can ride out to the hood

I'm tryna meet her, when you meet me like I should

We got you on, so you meet us understood, it's understood

It's all good! I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud while we screamin

I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud

Major player, major paper

You with a money maker

Tell them lames you gon' call them later

I'm just tryn get you higher then a skyscraper

Take you out get you flyer than a pilot, babe

I ain't running game no this ain't the same

I'm tryn put you in position to do bigger thangs

Everything in your name

Let your homegirls hate

Niggas try, but they ain't gettin in a way

I've been workin all day, now I'm dressed, tryn make a play

Wonderin if she leave here or she gon' stay

I'm a let you push the whip, to the crib, while I twist

Say you stoned so I'm gon' take this one to the face

Niggas tryn win the race, I'm just tryn get you laced

Take her right up to my place

Bring the bottles by the case

Roll the chronic, have a taste

I ain't got no time to waste

Shorty, what's good?

If you down, we can ride out to the hood

I'm tryna meet her, when you meet me like I should

We got you on, so you meet us understood, it's understood

It's all good! I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud while we screamin

I'm tryna leave with the baddest one in there

Top down riding round through the city blowin loud

Best Life lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Sosamann)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

I got that Hemi in my whip, so I can't slow it down

I got McQueen in my cup, so it's going down

I got that KK in my joint, so you know it's going 'round

I get up on the track an show you how it's supposed to sound

I come to your town, money get found

Them 'lil niggas want a ounce, I'm 'bout to roll a pound

Niggas hate, where the bank? I don't fuck with y'all

Keep it real, fuck the fake shit, sex doll

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Sosamann:]

"Onset!"

Hey

"How do you feel?"

My nigga, I told you, I'm great

I'm hittin' the gas, no brake

These niggas, they sad and they hate

While I'm tryna make cash, walk out of the safe

The Ps come from out of estate

Grinded all of my life, but I do not skate

I used to play ball in the crate

Now I ball in the mall I'm having my way (hey)

I'm just out living my life (ooh)

Diamonds they bright and they bite (ayy)

Remember running from the buzz?

Now I perform in front of the lights

Look busy, I'm short, they like the knife (ayy)

Eating the steak with the rice (woah)

Water with no pipe

Yeah, that'd be a wonderful night

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Ooouuu

I'm just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Big Burna lyrics - Kid Ink & Wiz Khalifa

 [*lighter flicks*]

I...I...ism

Wooooo!

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Kid Ink

Big burna

Smoke fire like the furnace

Reggie blunts I just curve 'em

To the left baby don't fuck the turn up

Frontos no more backwood

Out of Cali know the pack good

Put the blunt to the lips when she run her mouth

No sticks smell a seed, better throw it out

4:20 on the rollie

Cut the leaf like shinobi

Never lowkey

We be high up in the nosebleeds

Goin OT

Sweatsuit feelin' cozy

Rockshipshawty the chiefa

I walk in this bitch smell like carti and reefa

Just watch how you hit it lil bae that's a sleeper

She call when she needa...

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

She wanna get up in the car with Khalifa

Don't blow up her phone I just call when I need her

Yellow gold with the chrome

Matching all foreign features

Put her down on all fours

On the floor

That's what her knees for

Pick it up stick your tongue out

Lick it up

You a lesbian tonight you want dick or what

He a lame I'm a boss

Tell him give it up

One night this your life

Girl give it up

Pour drink sip it up

Bomb weed twist it up

I'ma pimp he a trick tell him spend it up

I got bitches like doctors got stitches

And I always keep one in the cut

Telling me you miss me

Send a picture of it

Anytime I shoot my shot

I'ma hit it: buckets!

Telling me I do it better than your nigga does it

You fuckin wit a...

Hahahahaa

Ugh!

Khalifa man

And if I put you on game

You game for life

You ain't my muthafuckin' wife

Hahahaha

Ugh!

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Bombay & Lemonade lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J & Chevy Woods)

 [Juicy J:]

Right here, let's get ratchet, uh huh

Trippy like Bombay paper planes

Pints of codeine, pounds of Mary Jane

If I didn't have my dope, I would go insane

24/7 high, I will never change

Need my Vicadin, I need my Loratabs

I need a bad bitch with enormous ass

Every day I'm throwed my nigga

When you makin' this money, this how it goes my nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Rollin' and blowin' it by the O, my nigga

Sippin' and smokin', that's how I get it in motion

Smokin' the loudest and give you niggas the roaches

Shows and after parties for all the pictures, be posin'

Don't you doubt all that shit, so that nigga be pourin'

Slowin' down, weed goin' round

I'm lightin' up, it's goin' down

[Chevy Woods:]

Lemonade and gin, I be pourin' up

Roll another one 'cause I ain't never high enough

TGOD, that's how we live it up

For some real niggas, yeah you gotta give it up

It's like a joy stick, yeah my niggas play us too

Do or die, I be smokin' on a J or 2

That's some pimp type shit me and my niggas do

Yeah, we fucked up, what you heard is true

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

[Chevy Woods:]

I'm playin' that eight track and that seven deuce

With a whole cup of that Taylor juice

Your bitch all around, we call that on the loose

With her hair blown and weave off the roof

My jewelry clean, that jar full

She got good brain, that's law school

Wanna get high, trippy, fucked up nigga

Oh you tryna get high, might as well pull with ya

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm drinkin', I'm smokin'

I'm faded, I'm loaded

Got weed smoked, got a bottle of gin

Got a bank roll, brought it all to spend

Got some pre-rolls, brought all of 'em in

And we gettin' smokey

[Juicy J:]

I'm the money man with the money team

Your money talk, well my money sing

I'm a rock star, bitch I'm a Memphis king

Out in Hollywood, livin' every nigga dream

With a bunch of white girls in a limousine

'Bout to pass the fuck out on this cup of lean

Hey white girl, have a couple of beans

Now let's make a movie full of fuckin' scenes

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

I'm on that Bombay and lemonade

That's what be sippin' on

Ridin' clean and sitting low

Rollin' all my weed 'til it's gone

Brand New lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign (with Wiz Khalifa)

 [Ty Dolla $ign:]

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla met a bitch on tour

Dolla made a mil on tour

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla did the cover of The Source

Dolla did the XXL

Dolla bought my bitch Chanel

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah

Dolla got sex appeal, yeah

Dolla keep it way too real

Dolla ain't got no chill

Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah

Dolla bought a brand new watch

Dolla might run from the cops

Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah

Dolla might sip some Henny

Dolla just count a milli

Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay

Dolla might take your girlfriend

Dolla might take your girlfriend

Dolla gonna get his money

Saint Laurent and Gucci

Saint Laurent and Gucci

Dolla getting money, aw yeah

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla met a bitch on tour

Dolla made a mil on tour

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

Dolla did the cover of The Source

Dolla did the XXL

Dolla bought my bitch Chanel

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Cam bought a brand new Benz

Cam fucked a girl and her friend

Cam's all about his ends

Cam got the OG Kush with the tan

Cam bought a bus for the fam

Cam came up from a van

Cam got tats on his hands

Most call me Wiz, but the hoes call me Cam

Cam got businesses

When it's done, Cam don't leave witnesses

Cam got bitches, kid

Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it

Cam never gon' stop, Cam never gon' flop

Cam never gon' fuck with a cop

Cam always on top, Cam always in the room

With somebody else girl with the door locked

And they don't really like 'em

But they all fuck with Cam

Cam got the keys to the Lamb'

Cam blow trees like it's legal again

Cam always on the flight with a certified freak

That's who get up on her knees when we land

That's your girlfriend?

Bet she won't be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Ty Dolla $ign (Wiz Khalifa):]

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla met a bitch on tour

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla made a mil on tour

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla did the cover of The Source

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Dolla did the XXL

(Cam did too)

Dolla bought my bitch Chanel

(Cam did too)

Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

(Cam did too, Cam did too)

Break Your Heart lyrics - Jay Park & Wiz Khalifa

 Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Ok, ok pulled up

In the right place, wrong time

Honestly honesty you get all mad

Try to be real with you never cross the line

Try to wait for my chance we miss all the land

Now we don't even care what they say

Packup and leaving that day

Money we throw in the safe

You got your own in the bank

We've both got our portions to raise

That smile stay all on your face

What we went through was a phase

Now we look for brighter days

All I took was patience

Had to do with low maintenance

Never look for a replacement

Had to make all them changes

Though I can take your place

There is something I had to face

And all your dreams

We go and chase

Come closer don't

Need no space 'cause I'm

Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Tired of rolling up

Leaving once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I'm tired of tired of breakin' your heart

You gave me that shit and I ripped it apart

Now I feel empty like swings in the park

I know I did u wrong

Our future was bright before it went dark

Guess it we were doomed right from the start

You wanted the beach I swim with the shark

Damn

I guess I'm stuck in my ways

It's too sad to say

Losing hope I have no faith

Pray for better days

So, it's po' me a cup

Forget about love

Faded memories

Let's say I'm a dog with feelings in my heart

Let's say I'm a dog who don't know what he wants

Let's say multiple visitors

Let's not kiss and tell

I'm just stuck in my ways

Tired of rolling up leaving

Once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Tired of rolling up leaving

Once I've spoken

Tired of filling cups up

With our emotion

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

I don't want to break

Your heart anymore

Breaks lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with John Cena)

 (from "WWE 2K15" soundtrack)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off

Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off

And we're going up, up, up, up

Brakes off, brakes off

First place in the race

Either first or you're last, my foot stays on the gas

Floatin', ain't take much from out the class

Open the Forbes see a young nigga 'bout his

Hear people talking 'bout their dreams, he really living out his

They hating just to hate, but they don't really doubt it

My eyes stay on the prize

Told EI realised that love built this

So I'll be damned if you be fake, kill it

Put my all in, make 'em feel it

Show me them people who think it's bosses

I'll make them look like children

Top floor of the building, ordering drinks, rolling up

Planes all in the same, goes without saying

Y'all know the slang, no pain, no gain, let's get it

They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off

Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off

And we're going up, up, up, up

Brakes off, brakes off

[John Cena:]

I'm making ground mine, you taking downtime

Every word is "hustle", the whole entire sound shine

Chasing the finer things, shining like diamond rings

Gemstone flow, that's the clarity my rhyming brings

King with the cold voice, I'm such a rogue choice

Tailored suit, pulling up in that Rolls Royce

Drop-head coupe, suicide doors

Arriving like Sinatra, Louis Vuitton floors

I'm talking 'bout my shoes, I'm chalking up your crews

I'mma give away the end, partner y'all about to lose

That's just the way it goes, don't take it to heart B

I say you're just a friend cause my biz is the marquee

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes

They tell me I should hold up, brakes off, brakes off

They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, brakes off

But I live with the brakes off

They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off

They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off

Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off

And we're going up, up, up, up

Brakes off, brakes off

Burn Slow lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rae Sremmurd)

 [Swae Lee (Wiz Khalifa):]

(Niggas gonna need a nap in a little bit)

Ear Drummers

Burn slow (Get back up from a trap nap)

Burn slow, burn slow

(I'm burning slow right now)

Burn slow

(I'm at the end of the inscent)

Burn slow, burn slow

(Niggas ain't got kids)

Burn slow, burn slow

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Nobody open the door

Homie I blow by the "O"

Burning it down, kush is all that I know

I done had all that before

Shawty a pro, told her get down on the floor

She take it all in her throat

She wanna go, smell the weed all in my clothes

Fuck her, don't need her no more

Six in a row, get a bitch, give her the bone

Break her like six in them stones

Niggas so cold, thinking I sit in the snow

I keep a bitch getting stoned

Smoke in my home, all my whips covered in chrome

All my dips love giving dome

Get it to go, back to my crib stuffing cones

Y'all either kids or my clones

We turnt up on marijuana and champagne

Them niggas talk 'bout who they are, but they don't do a thing

Can't tell me I ain't drunk I'm on that water in the club

Different strokes, find me a bitch I can poke

I'mma go get me an "O" and

[Swae Lee:]

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Got a couple thousand dollars and some J's rolled up

I get money every day so everything's on us

I got my own strain, it come with my name

Go straight to the brain, your shit ain't the same

A different lane, we sipping champagne

I been in the game, just give me a flame

She looking for change, I'm rolling up Jane

I'm balling insane, got more than six rings

In love with my slang, I'm puffing a J

I hunt her today, come up with a play

Most of these niggas be wanting to cuff on a bitch

I just be up in the way, stuff in the safe

I'm loving the race, stuck in first place

Fuck her for days

Them niggas wanna talk about it but they don't wanna roll

What it takes to be a real G, they don't even know

I go to her page, she come to my place

It look like a maze, we roll up a plane

She look at my change, she start giving brain

If they ain't the gang, then we ain't the same

[Swae Lee:]

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Burn slow, burn slow

Bye Haters lyrics - Hi-Rez & Wiz Khalifa

 These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so sick of playing pretend

Say bye to my haters I been on my grind so I'll have to catch you later

Sort of like a skater, I been chasing paper just got paid someone tell the waiter

That we need another bottle Every day feel like I hit the lotto

I ain't tripping or stressing about tomorrow

No more worries hakuna matato I'm lion and a king

Got her smiling when I sing I been Fighting for my dreams

Like I'm Tyson in the ring Hustling tryna get it

I was struggling for a minute Girl you so fine I should give you a ticket

These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so sick of playing pretend

Okay! Hey now you're a rock star I'm a roll one get blazed

Hey now I always work hard so I'm going to shine when I get paid

Yeah I made it to the top but I came from the pavement

New whip new chick on the grave shift

And I love to play say my kush outrageous

I'm a get it when I want I ain't waiting

Let the smoke out the window every time I lane switch

Chrome heart bracelet

Got a bad chick and it look like she waste-less

Lot of game dangerous

Smiling in my face when I fall up in the place

These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so sick of playing pretend

You a hater

I ain't got no time for these lames because I'm on my grind

You a hater whether rain or shine best believe I'm a still get mine

No time for the haters and that's not gone change, me and you we are not the same

Little homie You a hater no matter what you say, because the haters just still gone hate

These haters think they know me

They lie and say we homies

They always acting like we are friends

But they all look so dumb

They as fake as people come

I'm so Sick of playing pretend

Can't Be Stopped lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 (from "Mortal Kombat X" soundtrack)

Uh, I'mma tell you that you not my competition

I'mma always win, throw me in and I'm going in

I ain't running, I'mma come until you leave

I'm 'bout to get it, talk about it 'cause I really live it

On them nights on a mission, no fear, no hope in my vision

Don't need no intervention, you ain't down to rider

And even if you was I come out, point 'em out, they all gon' be missing

Wonder why I'm still here act a fool if you met me (act a fool if you met me)

You try to be brave and step up with you crew it's too scary

Plus I'm too legendary, it's what we go hard for

I'm rocking your block, you on top you get knocked off

I'm taking your place yeah, I'll make it my property

May be a game to you, probably, that's a way of life for me

And so it's only right for me, annihilate 'em if they in my way or sight

Keep 'em up off of me, a weakness in you only make an appetite

Anytime I get into it I be looking at them, looking pitiful

And their condition it be critical, nothing less than original

Cross me once that's the end of you – who's next?

Can't Wait lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Alpac)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

You can't wait too long (Who you know smoke more than the Gang?)

Cause opportunity comes and goes

You can't wait too long (Don't worry I'll wait)

When you get another shot you never know

You can't wait too long (What up Al Pac!)

Got no time for that, no time for that

You can't wait too long, you can't wait too long, no

I ain't waiting for my shot

I'd rather get mine the hard way than take it off the top

I make her do what my car say

I'm skating off the lot, smoking weed in the hallway

I stink of all the pot, think you get out on the squad

But I'm thinking that you not

Run up on me the wrong way and end up getting socked

Ain't worried bout what you gon' get just think of what you got

Telling me I'm a star so I take her to the block

Let her meet all my squad see my place

See all of my cars could win a race

But I'm grown I be on a different pace

Get a shot get a chase, I don't take her out on a dinner date

Want a real nigga mama he's in your face

Watch how I innovate

These bitch ass niggas they been afraid

We ain't just getting started we been a gang

You lil ones ain't in the way, you just a bunch of Internet chumps

Tryna be tough, until somebody fuck you up

It's Young Wiz

You can't wait too long

Cause opportunity comes and goes

You can't wait too long

When you get another shot you never know

You can't wait too long

Got no time for that, no time for that

You can't wait too long, you can't wait too long, no

[Al Pac:]

Niggas bullshitting me I'm on a paper chase

On the grind everyday to get this paper straight

I paid my dues, Al Peezy making major moves

Smoking on some KK sipping on my booze

I'm from the bottom, coming straight off the block

Ride around in the Caddy, high from pushing this drop

I'm a take you to the top, still repping for Bigavell

And I'm coming for my spot, still giving you niggas hell

What it is, Al Gotti I'm riding with Young Wiz

Gain Greene, Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz

The streets love it, Al Pac I make it do what it do

If you niggas need that wave I put you up in the loop

Got your lady in the coupe and she swallowed the whole team

When we pull up to the spot, we murder the whole scene

Hold it down for the town, I'm the menace from uptown

Talk crazy out your mouth, my nigga get barked down

[Wiz Khalifa:]

You can't wait too long

Cause opportunity comes and goes

You can't wait too long

When you get another shot you never know

You can't wait too long

Got no time for that, no time for that

You can't wait too long, you can't wait too long, no

[DJ Motor Mane:]

I hope you got your joints rolled

We just getting this thing started

It's Taylor Gang Volume 1

Your boy DJ Motor Mane checking in

E. Dan on em

You already know how we get down

This has been brought to you by Wiz Khalifa Raw Papers

Taylor Gang grinders on deck

We rolling

Captain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Uh

One shot, two shots

I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot

Thug life, 2Pac

Smoke me a J' on the roof top

Champagne, campaign

Spend a whole day on a airplane

Barely get my team on the airplane

Barely get my luggage on the airplane

Looking at me like Captain

They treat me, like Captain

Know where I'm goin' like Captain

Show up when I want like Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Uh

What's happenin? What's happenin?

I can hit the trap make it back-flip

What's happenin? What's happenin?

I done made a million, off rappin'

What's happenin? What's happenin?

I could fuck ya bitch, no cappin'

Niggas think they real til they lackin'

You ain't gettin' money 'less you stackin'

Niggas hate me I imagine

No I don't do shit average

In a minute I'ma get shit smackin'

Upfront we ain't dealing with no back end

What's happenin? What's happenin?

All these niggas really care about is fashion

Don't even ask to hit the weed, you ain't matchin'

How they gang? Is the question that I'm askin'

One shot, two shots

I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot

Thug life, 2Pac

Smoke me a J' on the roof top

Champagne, campaign

Spend a whole day on a airplane

Barely get my team on the airplane

Barely get my luggage on the airplane

Looking at me like Captain

They treat me, like Captain

Know where I'm goin' like Captain

Show up when I want like Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

One shot, two shots

I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot

Thug life, 2Pac

Smoke me a J' on the roof top

Champagne, campaign

Spend a whole day on a airplane

Barely get my team on the airplane

Barely get my luggage on the airplane

Looking at me like Captain

They treat me, like Captain

Know where I'm goin' like Captain

Show up when I want like Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Everywhere I go I'm a Captain

Captain (Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Smokepurpp)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

One shot, two shots

I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot

Thug life, 2Pac

Smoke me a J on the roof top

Champagne, campaign

Spent a whole day on a airplane

Barely get my team on the airplane

Barely get my luggage on the airplane

Lookin' at me like the captain

They treat me, like the captain

Know where I'm goin' like the captain

Show up when I want like the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Uh

What's happenin? What's happenin?

I can hit the trap make it back-flip

What's happenin? What's happenin?

I done made a million, off rappin'

What's happenin? What's happenin?

I could fuck ya bitch, no cappin'

Niggas think they real til they lackin'

You ain't gettin' money 'less you stackin'

Niggas hate me I imagine

No I don't do shit average

In a minute I'ma get shit smackin'

Upfront we ain't dealing with no back end

What's happenin? What's happenin?

All these niggas really care about is fashion

Don't even ask to hit the weed, you ain't matchin'

How they gang? Is the question that I'm askin'

One shot, two shots

I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot

Thug life, 2Pac

Smoke me a J on the roof top

Champagne, campaign

Spent a whole day on a airplane

Barely get my team on the airplane

Barely get my luggage on the airplane

Lookin' at me like the captain

They treat me, like the captain

Know where I'm goin' like the captain

Show up when I want like the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

[Smokepurpp:]

What's happenin? What's happenin? (Huh?)

Nut on her face, then I pass her a napkin (Huh? Napkin)

Count big racks, blow big bags (ooh, ooh)

Lil Purpp pulled up in a Maybach (Lil Purpp, skrrt)

Lil' bitch gave me head and I laid back (laid back)

Nigga talk shit, on his head like a wave cap (wave cap)

Fucked the lil' ho in an Aston Martin (yuh)

Blow seven bands on the jacket, orange (yuh, yuh)

Di-diamonds on me and they dance like Step Up (Step Up, ooh)

Test me, nigga, shoot from the neck up (neck up)

Bust down, yeah you know I had to flex up (flex)

No doctor, but you know I got my check up (ooh)

Two Glocks, two shots (hey, two shots)

Shoot at his face, that's a crop top (crop top)

Ride in that foreign, that drop top (drop top, skrrt)

Callin' his bitch, get the slop top

[Wiz Khalifa:]

One shot, two shots

I done mixed McQueen with the Blue Dot

Thug life, 2Pac

Smoke me a J on the roof top

Champagne, campaign

Spent a whole day on a airplane

Barely get my team on the airplane

Barely get my luggage on the airplane

Lookin' at me like the captain

They treat me, like the captain

Know where I'm goin' like the captain

Show up when I want like the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Everywhere I go I'm the captain

Change lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)

 Yeah, yo we're

I'm drunk as a fool

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Shit change, bitches change, niggas change

We never change, we never change

Shit change, bitches change, niggas change

We never change, we never change

No, usually I don't do this but

I roll a joint so I get through to ya

Get hella high about my paper though

Come pick you up and we go out to Clippers not the Lakers

Balling brings a lot of haters

A bar stay on me, a lot of favors

A lot of favors, roll that weed, we get them skyscrapers

What we doing with our time?

Getting fly, finding classic whips to buy

Bigger fish to fry

One of y'all you can see it in my eyes

Money long, you can tell by what I just put in my ride

When you won niggas wish for you demise

Nothin' wrong, we can see through your disguise, 09

Shit change, bitches change, niggas change

We never change, we never change

Shit change, bitches change, niggas change

We never change, we never change

[Curren$y:]

Niggas is shape shifting, transformers on us

Jealous of position, envious of performance

I'm forever on it

Known for cooking audio dope and getting off it

Pots under the faucet

The right temperature, we toss it

You want that work, you gotta come and see the bosses

First tuck in your shirt cut that fucking nonsense

When in Rome do as the Romans

You wouldn't know because you never going

A lot of niggas doing hella ho shit

And not notice

Motherfuckers know that I'm not for it

You'll be extorted

We came for the paper, cake slices, large portions

Race Porsches to California by the morning

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Shit change, bitches change, niggas change

We never change, we never change

Shit change, bitches change, niggas change

We never change, we never change

Chappelle's Show lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. AD)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

No matter which way it goes, y'all be the rookies, we pros

I always stay on my toes

You smell the kush on my clothes

A real boss never folds or show the cards that he holds

I'm with my squad getting stoned

Or with your broad getting dome

A couple cars, couple homes off of the bars I composed

Speaking of composure, I keep it and I keep my team closer

Niggas need to keep their mouths shut, closure

If we don't eat then what's the outcome? Vultures

A pound of weed, you'll never see me without one

Always lowkey, you hardly see me in town

But if you do I'm trying to smoke a zip if you down

We came up together but we different somehow

Think I figured it out

They don't do shit, lil niggas just running their mouth

How do I say this shit without hating?

You built your crib on weak foundation

And forgot that you gotta live in that house

[AD:]

Paid in full like Money Mitch, got a brick to sell

Lot hated the progress, I still wish them well

That lil nigga from Compton pray for a wishing well

Now I'm menaging with SZA, drinking white zinfandel

And [?] but never kiss and tell

Crap table in Vegas more than a Chippendales

I hear 'em plotting, nowadays I never get compelled

Fuck your couch, I'm Rick James like it's a skit, Chappelle

Beating on the table, I'm grindin' like it's Clipse for real

I want gas rather pump, taking trips to Shell

Getting good brain, yeah that noggin could've went to Yale

Keep it silent when we beefing but that clip'll yell

Shipping KK overseas til they strip the mail

Ride Clinton presidential, could've cripped with Bill

Or get that Scott from Gil

If you know what I mean, yeah

cheers lyrics - blackbear & Wiz Khalifa

 [blackbear:]

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Walkin' through West LA

Vivienne Westwood chain

Swinging like my mood

Sit around and watch cartoons

In the crib, sipping tea

Bad bitches on Zoom

I don't care that I'm alone, I just wanna die happy

Make a couple M's, invest it back and make it last me

I wanna see my friends and I don't wanna be depressed

Let's toast to the pain and let's toast to the stress, like

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Yeah, cheers, here's to nothin'

Can we drink, drink to something?

Here's the year of feeling nothing

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Yeah, yeah, let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Let's toast to bad days

Turn the pain into champagne

Jordan Dior on lace

Can't make up my mood, switch whips like I switch my shoes

I'm sending every texts with balloons

'Cause I'm sick of being sad, I just wanna be happy

Sick of reminiscing, wanna put it all past me

I miss my friends but my friends are all depressed

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Yeah, cheers, here's to nothin'

Can we drink, drink to something?

Here's the year of feeling nothing

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Yeah, yeah, let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah-yup, okay

I got a joint rolled up

Call up the gang 'cause I just pulled up

Diamonds in my chain, quit the hate, move up

Always first place, I don't hang with losers

And I done seen way too many problems, today, I just need a bottle

And a bad lil' model, she don't need no title

When I'm smokin' on loud, so is everyone around 'em

And man the checks keep comin' so my hands keep countin' like, "Damn"

Roll me somethin', I don't pass, I keep on puffin'

And them cones she keep on stuffin' every day we get high

I ain't makin' no plans, if I'm late, blame it on somethin' (Somethin')

Tell 'em don't need to wait 'cause I'm takin' all day

All work, no play, don't relate, so what?

I'm fillin' my cup, yeah-yup

[blackbear (Wiz Khalifa):]

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Yeah, cheers, here's to nothin'

Can we drink, drink to something?

Here's the years of feeling nothing (Yeah, yup)

Can we toast to the pain? (Uh-huh, yeah)

[blackbear:]

Let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Yeah, yeah, let's toast to the pain

Na-na, na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Cheers, here's to nothin'

Hope the tears were for somethin'

Can we drink, drink to nothing?

Can we toast to the pain?

Let's toast to the pain

Chicken With The Cheese lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. 24HRS & Chevy Woods)

 [24hrs:]

Hey Tronny, I heard you with Wizzle

He won't answer now

Chicken with the cheese, I could give you what you need

It's hard for you to breathe with all the kush in the air

I am not a dud, I swear that I was not aware

And apparently you only want the things that cost me money

Bobby Shmurda shmoney, I be gettin' money

Cartier protect my face every time that it get sunny

RIP to Camouflage, when I think about Savannah

It's middle fingers up every time that my niggas see the camera

My bitch know Country Grammar, my buss down MC Hammer

Don't fuck with no police, I own this shit, no lease

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Gotta be a classic, if I put it on the streets

Supposed to spend the night, but end up staying for weeks

Gucci bathrobe, hair wove in Versace sheets

All the niggas with me stay solid like concrete

Baby girl a freak, send pictures and then delete

Hundred million soul, we made it through the critique

Walk me through the kitchen, big plate I'm fixing to eat

Nigga talk crazy, next day he'll be missing teeth

Rolling J's over campfires

We hustle all night, sleep in the day like vampires

[24hrs:]

Chicken with the cheese, I could give you what you need

It's hard for you to breathe with all the kush in the air

I am not a dud, I swear that I was not aware

And apparently you only want the things that cost me money

Bobby Shmurda shmoney, I be gettin' money

Cartier protect my face every time that it get sunny

RIP to Camouflage, when I think about Savannah

It's middle fingers up every time that my niggas see the camera

My bitch know Country Grammar, my buss down MC Hammer

Don't fuck with no police, I own this shit, no lease

[Chevy Woods:]

I just touched down in LA, just tryna keep it player

I got all these rings on me, she treat me like a Laker

She see all this ice, yeah, I feel like Gretzky (Ice)

I'ma need that two on one, so baby bring your bestie

Nikes on my feet, can't never let these niggas check me

She pulled up with her chocolate friend, that's cool, I'm feelin' Nestlé

Look I just want the whole thing, all these diamonds on my body dance like Soul Train

I had to leave that bitch on read, I know that's cold game

I got the top, we was on tour, don't know what her name was

Can't make her famous, yuh

[24hrs:]

Chicken with the cheese, I could give you what you need

It's hard for you to breathe with all the kush in the air

I am not a dud, I swear that I was not aware

And apparently you only want the things that cost me money

Bobby Shmurda shmoney, I be gettin' money

Cartier protect my face every time that it get sunny

RIP to Camouflage, when I think about Savannah

It's middle fingers up every time that my niggas see the camera

My bitch know Country Grammar, my buss down MC Hammer

Don't fuck with no police, I own this shit, no lease

Closer (Wiz Khalifa Remix) lyrics - The Chainsmokers (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Halsey)

 [Andrew Taggart:]

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

I drink too much

And that's an issue, but I'm okay

Hey, you tell your friends

It was nice to meet them

But I hope I never see them again

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I know it breaks your heart

That I only smoke papers, 'cause I don't smoke 'gars, babe

I'm at an old school car take a joint to the face

And we both go far

Get high, can't stop

Let's get high, we can't stop

No

[Andrew Taggart:]

So, baby, pull me closer

In the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

[Andrew Taggart (Wiz Khalifa):]

We ain't ever getting older

(Khalifa man)

We ain't ever getting older

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Khalifa man, I'm fresh off of the plane

Been smoking so long I got my own strain

Roll up a joint and take it to the brain

Say you're getting high, but now you're speaking my language

Left with me as soon as we came

Spoke some bullshit, she'll never do it again

Try anything, she'll never do it again

Fuck Khalifa man, 'cause you'll never do it again

I know it breaks your heart

That I only smoke papers, 'cause I don't smoke 'gars, babe

I'm at an old school car take a joint to the face

And we both go far

And get high, can't stop

Let's get high, we can't stop

No

[Andrew Taggart & Halsey:]

So, baby, pull me closer

In the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

[Andrew Taggart:]

So, baby, pull me closer

In the backseat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of the mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

[Andrew Taggart & Halsey:]

We ain't ever getting older

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

We ain't ever getting older

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

We ain't ever getting older

(We ain't ever getting older)

We ain't ever getting older

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

(We ain't ever getting older)

(No, we ain't ever getting older)

Coachella lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Cardo got wings

Uh, rolling 'em fat, don't roll 'em skinny no more

I'm getting mines, I got plenty of dough

I break it down, I got plenty to smoke

I'm with a dime piece

Stuffing cones

Watching new videos

Watch my digits grow

Now I'm on cause I'm getting low

Spread love, take some weed on the road

Teach my son how to be a boss

Never mind the cost

But never try to spend it if you don't got it

Instead of withdrawals, make deposits

Try to make a profit

Never mind the hate cause where I'm from, we've seen it all

Seen niggas rise, seen niggas fall

Ain't pick up when they get the call

Now they stuck, they look at me different

'Bout my business

Inner circle with winners

Thousand-dollar-dinners

Still smelling like bomb-ass weed soon as we enter

Rolling 'em joints, looking like arms when they've been injured

Flying, show 'em, they all get the picture

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She on my team 'cause the Coach better

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She on my team cause I coach better

Lucky I don't pull the yellow car out

Niggas talking trees but we smoking better

Homie, I'm a vet

Hope you don't get upset

Cop the new Viper demon and the Hellcat

Now where your muscle cars at?

Come to these broads, give 'em heart attacks

Love my fans, I'll always be they favorite artist

And plus, my team go the hardest

We smoking on it if it's Cali green

Was once the newest nigga on the scene

And now we ten years deep

Roll you a joint, just don't fall asleep

All my niggas eat

All my diamonds speak

Might be out the country, never really out of reach

Tryna get paid several days out the week

And there ain't nothing these lames can do about it

Throwing my gang, they just probably mad cause they girl shouted

I pull the paper planes out, put a couple new diamonds in my chain

Don't know 'bout you, fool, but Imma do my thing

Nigga, this gang

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She don't like her team cause the coach better

I be the flyest nigga at Coachella

I be the highest nigga at Coachella

Bad chick ride with me to Coachella

She on my team cause I coach better

Swear

It's young Khalifa, man, and Cardo

Nigga asked me if I feel good

I say yeah

Asked me how many joints I smoke in the morning

More than usual, more than enough

Comment Creepin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Kris Hollis)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)

Trynna' be just like me (tryna be just like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (like me)

Tryna be just like me (like me)

(Oh, you just gon' get on top of me like that?)

Hellcat, they keep askin' what the hell is that

Green and black, rockin' Gucci like I brought it back

Need a pack, put this KK in your bra strap

Always workin', never sleep, no, I don't relax

Niggas sayin' Young Khalifa got the dope raps

Ain't just started gettin' dressed, I'm freshin' on my throwbacks

I let her drive the new whip, I pull out the old scoop

They don't even touch the paper 'cause they old news

Young nigga wanna be like me

Front but he don't even like me

She all up on me like icing

My chain in the color of lightnin'

I got hella paper

Said this goin' down, she fucked me in the elevator

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)

Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (like me)

Tryna be just like me (like me)

[Chevy Woods:]

Go ask your chick just how I'm mobbin', she ain't feelin' you (shit)

She talk too much, I told her give this dick an interview (dick)

And she a project bitch so she ain't got no manners

She know what the fuck she want so them hoes can't stand her

She know I'm ballin', I ain't callin', that's your man's job (hello?)

Hands free when she suck it, keep her hands off

She just a thot, I get the top and then I smash off

My chain and watch, they do the wop and that's a dance off (what?)

Look we got pistols too (pistols) 'cause we got issues too (boom)

But she just fuck the stick, she know I'm comin' through

Uh, hold a baby, ain't no runnin' plans

Chopper City on my way, you know just how I'm comin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

They don't make 'em like me (they don't make 'em like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (prolly watch me, like me)

Tryna be just like me (tryna be just like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

They don't make 'em like me (like me)

Prolly watch me, like me (like me)

Tryna be just like me (like me)

Decisions lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 I hear it all the time

About it all

Why they talk?

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

All that cake

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

New bitch

Every week

She take it off

Bonus!

Hair long, tatted on her back

I get her a first class flight to where my show is

Smoke weed, don't smoke week

Catch contact, get drunk

Let me hit once, bitch come back

Ballin, can't even control it

Don't have to text, don't even call it

My name is on it

I fuck her good and make that Uber call 6 in the morning

I told her I don't need no pills, these Js I'm rolling

Feeling my car, feeling my chain

Ass looking soft, I'm feeling that thing

Ride with a nigga & I'll put you up all in some game

Why would you fuck with another nigga that's something you should say

Came at the same time I mean both ways

We ain't even hardly know each other names

By now I'm on my 6th ring or something

By now I'm on my 200,010th plane or something

By now you could say I'm living like Rick James or something

Insane, cause it spit flames when I switch lanes I'm stuntin

Big bank, no loose change, I do things

Champagne me, L.A. me

Supper Club throwin' dough, no ray me

Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D

Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me

I'm gone, I'm rocking KK cologne

I think these bitches tryna fuck me so I'm takin' them home

Take what I do inside the day & put it straight in the song

I get a nug up out the pound and put it straight in the bong

Imma stay real, Imma stay high

Imma stay ready, Imma stay in her, a mistake

Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt

What another man say, I know my own worth

Handle business

With my real niggas, like a real nigga

And it's real business

All business, no hard feelings

All my dogs, got they all in it

Hard to get along with us

Call a kush Jean-Claude, god damn it kick strong

Rollie on my arm, fake niggas y'all really don't appear to a real nigga

808

I hear it all the time

About it all

Why they talk?

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

All that cake

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Don't even know what they want

Aye Young Khalifa Man!

I'mma get every last one of you niggas high as fuck!

Cause they don't even know what they want!

Don't Change You lyrics - Rock Mafia & Wiz Khalifa

 Something 'bout the way you move

I can't keep my eyes off you, yeah

Something 'bout the things you do

Fill me up with gratitude

I love you just the way you are

And I don't really, don't really see your flaws

Baby, you're a work of art

And you don't even know you are

Whatever you do

Don't change what you do (Don't change you)

It's all about you (Don't)

Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't change you (Don't change you)

No matter how they try to flip the script on you

Stay exactly the way you are, don't change you (Don't change you)

And even when the world rejects and judges you (Don't)

Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't change you (Don't change you)

Okay, never breakin' down always gon' hang around

When I'm at work, you the one I'm thinkin' 'bout

Think he got one better, tell him, "Bring her out"

Tongue out, show 'em what that middle finger 'bout

Make you hit a high note just like you a singer

If they ever doubted, turn them to believers

Got 'em bringing out awards for all your achievements

Seen the number one spot, you wanted to be it

I could keep a secret, we don't gotta tell

Always need you with me, never by myself

You ain't gotta shop around, leave 'em on the shelf

You the only one, I don't need nobody else

This ain't game 'cause you heard that before

If they playin', we gon' even the score

When they walk past, they can hear us through the door

We make it hard to ignore (Hahaha)

Whatever you do (Uh, and I'ma keep doing me)

Don't change what you do (As long as you do me too, hahaha, okay)

It's all about you (And honestly, I'm so into you that I would quit what I'm doing to do you too)

Whatever you do, whatever you do, don't change you (Don't change you)

Don't Know lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 La Música de Harry Fraud

Oh, I'm getting mine how I'm supposed to be

You ain't a day one so you ain't getting close to me, no

You see that everything frozen, bank account foreign

Everybody good 'cause I've been going in

I'm smoking paper planes posted

In a brand new country but I'm leaving in the morning

And the pack just flown in

If you don't inhale you ain't really getting stoned then

See I can roll, but I put it in a cone

Big long, put it in a bong

Used to smoke one, now it take three to get me in the zone

Take joints to the dome

And you should be there on the road with me

I got a pound of KK that is grown for me

Everywhere I go I'm smoking weed

Ain't just me, that's for everyone that rolls with me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

I'ma party 'til I can't no more

Wake up in the morning, get stoned

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Now my team on top

They be waiting for us to but I promise that we ain't gon' stop

We got the game on lock

Walking to the plane we smelling like a pound of that Mary Jane

Learned the rules to the game

Now we make our own, now we getting dome

Now we getting good

Start a [?], now we getting grown

Top floor but we got it out the mud though

I remember we couldn't get in the club

Now they run up to us and show us nothing but love

Lost some niggas, a few of them we don't trust

But this the papers too so roll two of 'em up

And we gon' work hard, we gon' stack ours

We gon' grind for it everyday and never slack off

And we gon' be the ones they ask for

When it's all said and done, it'll be the gang moving past y'all

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

I'ma party 'til I can't no more

Wake up in the morning, get stoned

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

I'ma party 'til I can't no more

Wake up in the morning, get stoned

Don't know what they want from me

No, I don't really know what they want from me

Don't Stop lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Nigga what time it is, time to go get some money and fuck these hoes

I'm stackin' up and hussling fa-sho

Changin' the game when I came in the door

Niggas was lame so I came with the dope

Doin' some things that you ain't seen before

Remember them days when I slept on the floor

Now we hit the hotel and we get the whole floor

Walk in the bank smell the dank on my clothes

Makin' more change than you think I'm supposed to

Been round the world but I still be out local

One of the best and I'm just being vocal

Clean up good like soap do

Make you feel good like soul food

Them fuck niggas they old news

Got a old car with new shoes

Niggas don't test cause I give em the blues

I'm in love with my music, try to boss up don't get comfortable too

Blowin' kush where my roof is, bad bitch where my room is

I'm high where the moon is, we winnin' not losin'

Whatever you do just

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

I needed it I bought it and worked hard for it

But won't forget the days when I couldn't afford it

Just put me in the game, I ain't gone ever forfeit

My son in private school, I gotta pay the mortgage

Them niggas talkin' shit, to me that ain't important

I'm ridin' foreign whips, that means them things imported

You on the internet, this shit you say recorded

You hangin' round them snitches, that mean you can't report it

I'm tryna fall asleep, soon as my plane get boarded

Them niggas can't hate, the police can't get warrants

I'm buyin' real estate, that mean my bank enormous

My diamonds real yours fake, that mean you can't ignore it

I need a bigger plate, make sure my steak is on it

That KK got you buzzed, it make you think of hornets

Ferrari's, Porsche's, all these horses

You dreamin, we livin', the sky is the limit

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't stop ever lovin' me

Don't Text Don't Call lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Snoop Dogg)

 Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

You like to be the only one

Don't want to be like my other bitch

Don't ever lie to you I always keep it G

And don't do sucker shit

You knock me down pick me up pick me out put me on the street

Next time we fuck please don't call

I got a new one that wanna roll with me

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Bitch I know you ain't in love with me

If it wasn't for my doggy style you wouldn't even fuck with me

Cut her off ain't nothing to a G

Seen that punk bitch from across the street

See I don't mean to be disrespectful

But if you come with some bullshit I'mma check you

Straight get you right and if you don't I left you

Sittin in the dust cause I could never trust

All about the paper there's no discussion

Cup full of indigo good kush I'm crushing

She a ride or die bitch that meets no question

Gold rails back to back like we both wrestling

Girl you know where I'm from and you know where I'm stepping

Blessed with all styles of the game so I'm destined

To bust moves dog pound's what I'm repping

So if you're not giving top get the fuck out my section

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't hit my line up (hey)

Cause I'm high (yessir)

Don't hit my line up (hey)

Cause I'm high

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow

Don't text don't call

Cause I don't wanna see you tomorrow

I don't wanna see you tomorrow