Say No More lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
Don't say nothin'
Tell her don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't say nothin'

First I'm a roll up, then pour up
Then we gon' fuck, she know what's up
I'm a make you cum, bout' two or three times
Then I'm a get mine, yeah I'm a get mine
We gon' run it back, straight drop
Bet you get on top and I'm a just watch
I'm a smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
I told her

Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
Don't say nothin'
Tell her don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't say nothin'

[Wiz Khalifa:]
They said it's the end of the world today
So I'm a let it be known
When I'm inside you, it's my favorite place
Park my ride where your heart's at, that's home
Your legs are shakin' your lips are cold
You're out of body, you're in control
Start up my ride, roll up that weed
You don't smoke so hand me a light
I don't drink and drive but I watch you takin' them shots
And get faded, say your life's a bitch, you hate it
Who gives a fuck about money, on material shit, life's wasted
Can't count how many thousand couches we done laid in
Who knows how many hotel rooms we done stayed in
When I'm late coming home or what, you already know what's up
Don't even call my phone, just come

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
Don't say nothin'
Tell her don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't talk about it
Just be about it
Don't say nothin'

[Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign:]
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
Smoke while you ride, she said that pussy mine
I told her you deserve what you get in this world that we live in
Know your purpose I heard you been hurt before, you're lying there again
Playing caution to the wind
What you want is in front of you
Games are meant to be played yeah
But you, well you ain't far from your own star
We in our own world
Doing grown things but still feeling like kids
Let the past be the past
It was what it was, now it is what it is
No fears in the world
Say no more
Say no more
Say no more
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Post Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I took your bitch, that's right
Money keep coming, that's right
Only ride foreign, that's right
Whole team on, that's right
My niggas gon' ride, that's right
My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right

Two clubs in one night
25 bands, one night
Kush up in that Raw
Purple in that Sprite
Them hoes in rotation
Money my motivation
Money make her cum
And I'mma make her taste it
Put it in the neck, I'ma make her gag on it
Head in the 'Rari, that's how you blow a hundred
Hoes come and go
I'ma fuck and then I want 'em
Hoes like J's, wear 'em once then I don't want 'em
Swerve, hit the corner, in the California
Running through these hoes, like I play for Minnesota (A.P!)
She turn off her phone, cause nigga you a sucker
Police ass niggas tellem' stop cuffin'

I took your bitch, that's right
Money keep coming, that's right
Only ride foreign, that's right
Whole team on, that's right
My niggas gon' ride, that's right
My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right

That's right she posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be with her nigga
But she posted with my clique
Right her posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be in your work
But she posted with my clique
I told her, post up here
I told her, post up here

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Girl your face looking gorgeous
And my cash is retarted
Need a 5 year plan, cause that ass is enormous
They keep telling you to stop
Bet this cash make you want it
Girl quit acting you like shy
Grab this dick and jump up on it
I was way out in New York
We were smoking California
She can't wait to tell her friends
Talk about in the morning
Beat it like she stole it
Sleeping like she in a coma
You just wish, she wanna be a fool
Think you control her
Couple grand in a rubber band, you know I'm the man
What you saying, baby what you saying
Tell me what's the plan
Is you playin? Is that bitch a ten?
Bands will make her dance
Seen my ex, she was not a fan
Damn

I took your bitch, that's right
Money keep coming, that's right
Only ride foreign, that's right
Whole team on, that's right
My niggas gon' ride, that's right
My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
That's right she posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be with her nigga
But she posted with my clique
Right her posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be in your work
But she posted with my clique
I told her, post up here
I told her, post up here
Yeah
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Pretty Nights lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. The BMMB)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
There's no such thing
There's no such thing
The millions they say I never know such things
Not only that they say I never blow such things
On shots vacation homes for my whole fucking team
The sweeter is the most expensive
They say I'm on but the weed I'm rolling gon' convince him
Bring in the best bottles of wine for dinner
Go ahead and let some of that stress out
We young niggas started from nothing now we pulling Porsche's and Vets out
Throwing back shots of coke in our chest out
[?] best style
Roll up that chronic so everyone can get high in this bitch
Roll one [?]
Realize I've been this shit
Realize some niggas been hating on us cuz they ignorant
Realize that I've been killing the game and I ain't innocent
Smoking my joint til it ash [?]
Sitting in a hot tub thinking about this bread of how I been getting it
For Pittsburgh just smoking up the

[The BMMB:]
Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now the waiter bringing in more bottles
In the floor drunk spinning like a floor model
Could buy anything on the floor
But I don't think the floor got em
Spending money with no hesitation
You can tell that we come from the bottom
30 bottles with no conversation
That's celebration for my Forbes spot
They give us love cuz we show love
Tryna be normal but it's hard cuz everybody knows us
When you broke got nothing to lose
When you rich you got nothing to prove
Riding with the niggas that I came up with
Ain't cutting corners or rushing moves
When you the owner you walk in and back
Rocking 15 hundred dollar shoes
My Porsche cruise the

[The BMMB:]
Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

[TY Dolla $ign:]
We on top of the world
On top of the world
On top of the world
No, you've never been closer
Closer to the stars
Used to be the shit we dreamed of
[?]
And I still wanna get high tonight
High tonight
High tonight
Lets get high tonight
High tonight

[The BMMB:]
Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars
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Blacc Hollywood (2014)



















 

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Hope lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty Dolla Sign)

[Chevy Woods:]
Way before your time the world knew this would happen
Was destiny to many, was just hard work for you
As you were brought into this world
You tried to find out about your surroundings
The people, the feeling of being alive and breathing the air
The smiles you see at that point are the ones you should always remember
Authentic is due to the choices you make for yourself
It'll be a bunch of fake smiles so easy to forget
But some although not healthy for them will create an understanding of what the word real means
Us and never I is one of your greatest attributes
Others before thyself as long as long as thyself is taken care of is well being
And money, well, I know you know how to get money
I'm gonna say this one time only, live young man, you deserve it
Let's celebrate, Blacc Hollywood

And we be in the club, buying all our champagne
Spillin' it on the couches
Me and my niggas deserve this shit
We was there for the come up
I am Blacc Hollywood, I live Blacc Hollywood

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

Pull up to the club with my thugs smokin' so strong
Hop out and walk through the back, so high I don't know where I'm at
Them bitches get open, I'm with some niggas who all 'bout that action
Poppin' them bottles, you look outside, see them foreigns
She get them dollars out them niggas cause she ain't lookin' for love
Smoke that loud up by the pound, she get champagne and drink it up
Hope you ain't a Captain Savior cause she ain't lookin' for cuffs
In the club spinnin' face, she in your face, you think it's love
Said you throwin' dubs, bro that ain't enough
Money, clothes, and drugs, that's what bitches love
Rollie cold as fuck, that's what bitches love
Back to the topic, pop that ass and please don't stop it

Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
That's no love, that's no love
That's your bitch, get her bed in my truck
You ain't give her what she needed, and she ain't lookin' for love
Homie she don't want no flowers, only make her cum

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Poppin' ass, kinda naughty, met her ass at the party
Took her to the after party, drink some gin off her body
Spend some ends, now I'm going in
Took her and her friend, hit the skins
Then we smoked again, eyes like I'm Korean
Shots of gin, that's what all this juice is for
In Blacc Hollywood, that's my newest car
I'm like eney meeney, I got plenty
Pockets filled with hundreds, fifties
Nothin' lower, come fuck with a stoner and get stoned

Yea, yea, yea
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you drive the newest car because she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you brought a lot of drugs because she ain't lookin' for love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
That's no love
Hope you got thousands in your pocket cause she ain't lookin' for love
Hope you pop a lot of bottles cause she ain't lookin' for love
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We Dem Boyz lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Yeah ayy!
Yeah ayy!
Yeah boyz
Yeah
Hol' up, 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, hol' up, hol' up 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, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

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
Hol' up, scared of heights come face your fears
Hol' up, hol' up
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, hol' up, hol' up 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, hol' up, hol' up hol' up

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 let's make a baby (and another one!)
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, hol' up, hol' up 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, hol' up, hol' up hol' up
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Promises lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Say baby, I'ma wait up for you
I'ma have my way with your body
And when I'm done touching you
I bet you won't wanna
Give yourself to nobody
Baby when the lights go out
It's like we're the only ones
And I already feel it now
It's like you're the only one
Only one who knows just how
How to make the time stand still
We're caught in the moment

So don't let me down
You made those promises
Don't take em back now
Don't let me down
Do all the things you said that had me going
Let's get caught in the moment
Let's get caught in the moment

Smoking one and rolling one
I come and break you down for fun
You love it when I get up in it
Kiss your body when I'm finished
My drop crotch is by Knomadik
My drop top is automatic
Put you in it, now you tweaking
I kidnap you for the weekend
Rolling up and going up
I'm smoking weed and pouring up
I take that money, hold it up
I take your legs and fold em up
I take my time, I break it down
I tell you not to make a sound
I take that KK, pass it round
Your clothes keep dropping to the ground

So don't let me down
You made those promises
Don't take em back now
Don't let me down
Do all the things you said that had me going
Let's get caught in the moment
Let's get caught in the moment
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KK lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, Project Pat)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Is this the top? Uh
I got my own weed, sucker, so I ain't gotta hit yours
I'm talking straight indo, ahh
Cali weed blowing like a Rastaman
Kush seed straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Put it in a joint, not a blunt
Don't disrespect mine, player
This not the two, this the one
Don't even need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
11th grade, made my way up to a P, man
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting up the cake and

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

[Juicy J:]
I got KK in my pipe, pockets fat like Kelly Price
If you wanna take a hit you can't be afraid of heights
You gon' need some new lungs, roll me up a blunt-a-thon
While I'm smoking out the bong getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon taste
Never hit the bong, let me demonstrate

[Project Pat:]
Go and roll it, chief and choking, marijuana, reefer smoking
Tried to sell me some under reggie, foot up in his colon
Call the doctor, call the clinic, bullshit we staying with
Your life ain't worth a motherfuckin' quarter but you payin' with it
Khalifa kush a hundred pounds, that's a half a mil
Memphis streets so eat this like a baby, like Enfamil
Lungs full of KK, have your mind on a runway
Blow my high, motherfucker, I'mma shoot up like an AK

[Juicy J:]
My white house higher than Willie Nelson
On dabs the wax is melting
These clouds are smoking, help me, I'm flying like Elroy Jetson
I might bring a dispensary down in Tennessee
Whole pounds of granddaddy, but he ain't no kin to me
(I'm staying with the greens, like collard)

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush
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House In The Hills lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Got no time for the conversations or funny shit
Nigga, only the reals who I get my money with
Used to turn on the TV, see what I want
And now the same one I dreamed about, the same one I'm stuntin' in
In the 6-2, almost 26
And every nigga that I'm with got a zip
I look at this shit as one big table and best believe every nigga I'm with got a sit
They try to hold us back, paint a picture of us, then sell it straight to the public
You young, black, then you thuggin'
What they don't talk about the kid that came from nothin'
Who stuck to what he believed in and turned himself into something great
They should use that story to motivate
But instead they'd rather focus on the fact that he's a pothead
Not the fact there's not a lot where I lived
25 and not dead

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills

You make a little money, take care and right yourself
And people start coming up with they hand out
People take their stresses and make them yours
Well that's just what comes with being a man
I try to do all that I can to make sure that
My son grow up without having to see half of the stuff I've been through
But in life we all got our own path
Don't understand that by now you won't begin to
Cop another Rollex or Porsche try and get even with me
Pulled up to the club, swear it looked like the dealer with me
Cause we had so many cars it was stupid
So I don't see a reason to try and reason with me
Made a couple million and fast too
They ain't teach a young nigga that in the classroom
Or how to make your people better by taking knowledge and spreadin' it
Instead bein' in the game, be ahead of it, in a better whip

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills

[Curren$y:]
Thousand dollar benefit plates
No matter how high the stakes, niggas never outta place
Now I'm high, Empire State
Drunk stumblin', never will I tumble far from grace
I'm one of them under-celebrated greats
Under the influence of what Uncle Snoop threw me
Soon as I stepped off the plane
Switchin' four lanes like Jay and Jermaine
Killin' beats, visitin' grave sites and pissin' champagne
I been in the crib enjoying my habits
Suckers figured this'll be the perfect time to try me
Try me
Assumptions that I'm lunchin', gettin' sloppy
I'm just gettin' better, seasoned veteran
Eagle eye perspective, scope before I go in
Come out with the whole hen
A dollar and a dream
Have a house on the hill and the world on a string

I'm tryna tell you somethin', this shit's real
When you work hard to get it that's how you feel
Them haters talk but they knowin' they ain't in the way, no
We started small to them houses in the hills
We started small to them houses in the hills
We started small to them houses in the hills
To them houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
Houses in the hills
To them houses in them hills
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Ass Drop lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Goddamn, Goddamn
How the hell you get all that ass in them pants?
How you drinkin' and you ain't got no glass?
And how you came in here and you ain't got no man, what
Damn, to me you look perfect
Bend that ass over; let me see how you work it
Poppin' and shakin', get on your knees hit the dirt
Girl I go so deep in that pussy while he just hitting the surface
What is you sayin'?

Drop it down on it
Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it
Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it
Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it
Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga
Go and do somethin' for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring
You got a ass make a nigga spend errything
You got a ass make a nigga wanna buy a ring
You got a ass make a nigga spend errything
If you've got an ass like the girls in the videos
Go and bring it my way
Ass so big it could swallow up a stripper pole
I ain't playin', no I ain't playin'
Bust it down on me, I need it, throw it, a boss wanna see it
Just give me a call and I'll beat it
I'll be all where your seat is
Mary Jane got me moving slow
I blow that by the (O, O, O, O...)
Uh

Drop it down on it
Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it
Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it
Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it
Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga
Go and do somethin' for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

Got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
Got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
Whoa
Got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
You got a fat ass
Go on and shake that shit
Damn

Drop it down on it
Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it
Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it
Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it
Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin' for a real nigga
Go and do somethin' for a boss
Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'
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Raw lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living mane, I'm living raw

Rolling joints like Ice Cube, living raw like dayday
Get a pound by next Friday, get me gone and I'll be faded
And they say I got that raw, yeah I got that Slim Shady
They be running for that pure, Yelawolf that MGK
I got a house like Scarface's, got a car that win races
Got some KK in the jar, know it's raw when you taste it
Eating sushi with my broad, order raw when you place it
Niggas say that they want war, I'm the wrong one to play with
Riding round, blowing pounds, so much loud
On a cloud, roll up now, throwing thou's
In your town, how it sound
Really do some for the game when they started stealing your style
Bring the kush, it's going down

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, I'm

Niggas over doing shit, I just give it to em raw
Drinking Bombay straight, buying bottles from the bar
Book a flight with Miley Cyrus, and we going to the stars
Got that ODB 'cause they say they like it raw
I got a four fifty engine, in the hood of my car
It sound like a dinosaur, you should hear it when it roar
I let Tuki hit the wax, he was sleeping on the floor
Hear a nigga talking shit when we creeping through your door
Her homegirl said she wanna leave with her best friend
She gon' suck it like a straw
I got dollars, I got diamonds, plus I blow it by the onion
I'm a give it to them raw

Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, I'm
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Stayin Out All Night lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)
I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

Now we rollin' up, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting drunk, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Crashing a party, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting this money, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

Leaving all my problems at the door
Pouring up, soon as you think it's enough they bringin' more
Hanging onto what niggas told me "get your paper up"
You work hard for what you got, they could never take it from you
All you need is a little patience, let me demonstrate
All my niggas in the game, we talkin' 'cause we been through it
Rolling weed in raw papers, taking shots, gin got me faded
If I get back to your spot, won't know how I made it
Now I made my way in the game
So much money, don't know how a nigga stayin' the same
I'm too straight, I get high all day, I take it straight to the brain
I stay fly all week, like seven days on a plane
Came here to spend it not leave with it
Got KK rolled up, let my team hit it
Some Bombay, let's sip 'til it's mayday
That fuck shit don't play
(Laughs)

I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)
I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

Yeah, keep the good times rollin' and the champagne pourin'
On the plane and I don't know where I'm goin'
Make sure my team keep ballin' and the hoes keep callin'
And the money keep fallin' on the floor
Where you tryna go, only care about what's in your drink
You tryna go hard, don't think about tomorrow
Don't care about what people think
You don't care about waitin' outside
You be with everybody up in the front
You yellin' "face down, ass up" up in the club
And now we all turning up (let's party)
I'm in the club rolling weed like I'm Marley
Smoking dearly departed
That's kill, too real, come to me get it started
And The bottles be poppin' like its 4th of July
We just pourin' them shots, back shooting corks in the sky
Pouring some for the girls, and pouring more for my guys
Cause we made it my niggas, I just wanna thank my niggas
Hear them niggas talking shit, but they ain't my niggas

Now we rollin' up, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting drunk, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Crashing a party, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night
Getting this money, stayin' out all night
Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night

I had so much champagne up in the club
And ain't come up here tonight looking for love
I'mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I'mma drink so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)
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The Sleaze lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

This year I'm going insane, mental disease
Puttin' a bar up to a place, niggas can't reach
Bout to cop so many chains, li'l Mr. T
The way she give me brain, she need a degree
She dropped it to the floor, she did it for the cheese
Told her that I need some more, she did it with sleaze
Clique full of G's
And they go ape, don't swing through the trees
Try 'em, them triggers will squeeze
Did it with sleaze
And your wifey love a nigga with sleeves
Hit it and leave
I ain't stressing, when will you niggas believe
Shit is a breeze
Give me the keys

Just copped the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
They say I run the game, literally
I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
My job is sleazy, its way too easy
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

Ain't too much hustling
Get it go straight to the bank, my nigga I can't get enough of it
Ashes all over my jeans, if this shit stank I'm puffing it
Trying to do shit just like Puff did it
Dirty ass game, ain't no loving it
That nigga hates, bitches lovin' it
They say I run the game
Got fortune, fuck the fame
My garage is like a showroom
Couple ounces in my brain
Damn she fine, thick as can be
Buy me all the newest things, ma this dick ain't for free
Everywhere I go I'm weed scented
Rock crew necks ripped jean with em
Take no swag, mix sleaze with it
Take your ho, spend cheese with us
Everywhere I go, I'm weed scented
Rock crew-necks reps jeans with it
Take no swag, mix sleaze with it
Taylor Gang, we beez with it

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
They say I run the game, literally
I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
My job is sleazy, its way too easy
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze

Taylor Gang
If you real badass, you know what the fuck I'm talking bout
Fuck the rules, we make our own
I'm my own boss
I count my own money
I fire the fuck out of you niggas If I feel like it
And I'm sleazy as hell
Feel me?

Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
They say I run the game, literally
I'm walking to the bank, get it with sleaze
My car is sleazy, my squad is sleazy
My job is sleazy, its way too easy
Just got the newest thang, get it with ease
Hopped up out the bed, did it with sleaze
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So High lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ghost Loft)

First thing uh huh, wake up out a dream uh huh
Grab a lighter uh huh, something I can steam uh huh
Bong rip uh huh, make sure its clean uh huh
Smoke sesh uh huh, nigga what you mean uh huh
In my car uh huh, cruising down the street uh huh
So stoned I'mm need something to eat uh huh
No tray uh huh, ashes on my seat uh huh
Highed up uh huh, Taylors on my feet uh huh
Cloud 9 uh huh, going through my mind uh huh
Take a toke uh huh, hold it 'til you choke huh uh
Moving forward uh huh, cruising on my board uh huh
Still got more uh huh, burn it til it's short uh huh

(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(High than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

High up and we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Tell that nigga use a grinder for that weed uh huh
And tell him "roll another joint don't fall asleep" uh huh
Smoke peace uh huh, pipe like a chief uh huh
Heard you got a cheaper price for that reefer huh
What you need? Uh huh, never find a seed uh huh
Take a dab uh huh, straight THC uh huh
For the highest in the room look at me uh huh
Somewhere in the clouds that's where we wanna be uh huh
Got you shook uh uh, not just for the look uh huh
Half the day uh huh, rolled the whole book uh huh
Drive slow uh huh, blow it by the O uh huh
Eyes low uh huh, everybody know it damn

(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
I get so high
Fuck around and never come down
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)

Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling

Growing up uh huh, never gave a fuck uh huh
Pulling out the 62 and showing up uh huh
Twenty-six, guess that mean I'm growing up uh huh
Pouring up uh huh, all my niggas rolling up
Making sure that

And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)

Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We're rolling, rolling, rolling
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Still Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, they can't believe I'm still here
Made a million dollars but I wouldn't replace it for nothin'
A lotta niggas been killed here
I done seen niggas get they whole shit blown off in public
A lotta blood, sweat, and hope came from this block
When floodin', a lotta dope came from this block
But fuck it, I'm in my whip pushing buttons
I think about the ones that dead and gone and ones that still thuggin'
Uh, and they still down
Got no love for them pussy ass motherfuckers, cause they still clowns
Smokin real pounds, just bought a real home
Me and my watch, both real stoned
Pour some gin, man it's all about the m's
New Ferrari or a Benz, get a joint and hold it in
And I been with the same niggas since they was hitting licks
And yeah they still with the shits

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

[Chevy Woods:]
(Yeah, Taylor Gang, Chevy)
Yo, tell them niggas we nothin' alike
They see us and imitate what they want to be like
What's hand and hand to them J's next day on the flight
Shit, where I'm from if you're out too late then you're playing with your life
Bet they feel how I feel, dinner out in Brazil
My day ones'll see about you for me for real
And the finest of fashion, makin' a statement
Who thought it used to take me to get it now anything we can afford it
Hate us so much that I'm cakin', I ain't mad at them at all
Just know about this dough, don't make or make you a John
Huh, the same ones that been A1's
A few niggas gone act different when that change come
Yeah, horsepower from that kitchen vision
It's Taylor Gang, when you they ask you tell them we the business
Them niggas tryna copy us, they lookin' stupid
Swear, dressing all crazy, boy you look like a build-a-bear

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down

Still down, down, down, down, down
All day errday I come around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
We stay down, down, down, down, down
All day errday they say we wouldn't make it
It's just me and my niggas
Just me and my niggas

All my niggas is day ones
I only fuck with A1's
You niggas know what the gang is
We young black and dangerous
Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down with the shit
Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down
Still down, still down
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No Gain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

We started?
I've got so much, so much shit to do, don't even know where to start
Be here forever
I think that's the plan, you know?
Start here, end up there
Soon as you think something's goin' on you start back over
It's never gonna be the same
I ain't complainin' though
I really wouldn't have it any other way
NIGGA

Every day you wake up your destiny depends on what you do
Sometimes I roll one when I'm stressed out and sometimes I roll two
Here people sayin' shit about the way I am but I know that ain't true
At times I feel like I'm all by myself and I know you do too
I made some phone calls and checked emails cause I'm always grinding
Ain't no rush, I do things slow cause it's all about timing
Some people think when you get to this point in life you've made it
I've seen so many settle for less, that's when talent get wasted
I ain't there, but if I can I'ma try to be perfect
And for those who ridin' with me, I'ma try to make it worth it
I drink too much, I prefer weed 'cause it's better for the stress
I just woke up, I don't get sleep, boy, my schedule's a mess

Man, I work hard (goddamn, shit)
Man, I work hard (what? Whoa)
Man, I work hard (literally, nigga, work, get your bags, let's go)
Man, I work hard (we on, nigga)
It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)
It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)
It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)
No pain
Man, I work hard

Just left another one
Just rolled another one
Just got another check
'Bout to thumb through another one
Fallin' asleep on the plane, no sleep, the flight come with one
Young nigga holdin' it down, don't care if it make you uncomfortable
Hardly spend nights at the crib, homie that's just how I live
Don't even go hard for myself, I got a wife and a kid
I don't ever question the biz, nigga it is what it is
You niggas ain't killin shit, no you niggas ain't killin shit
What they doin'? They say nothin'
Where they goin'? They say nothin'
Call my phone, it ain't nothin'
I smoke a lot, but don't judge me
Prolly wake up earlier than all of you niggas
Mafuckas always hate on the squad
But all the hatin' mafuckas always hatin ain't get paid

Man, I work hard
Man, I work hard (fuck!)
Man, I work hard (I mean like goddamn what you want me to say?)
Man, I work hard (it's what I do!)
It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)
It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)
It ain't no gain (it ain't no gain, no gain without bein' no pain)
No pain
Man, I work hard

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True Colors lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Wiz Khalifa (Nicki Minaj):]
Taylor Gang, let's get it
(Young Money)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
There's some people coming with me and I know who they are
And some that ain't gon' make it and I know who they are
And I know they ain't gon' like it but it's quite alright
I ain't need no one my whole life, and I done alright
I can do bad by myself, these days you never can tell
Except the people who been with me and they know who they are
Yeah they know my true colors and they see what they are

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

All I do is smoke weed and get paid
That jealousy I can see in they face
That green is all that I make, call it fate
Or call me perfect with timing
Call me crazy, don't call my phone
Call me covered with diamonds
Call me boss man, young Khalifa man
I was on the ground when y'all wasn't sticking to the plan
Learn the game just like the back of my hand
Back in demand, back with them bands
She on her back, back of the Benz (God damn)

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors
Cause that's my true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

[Nicki Minaj:]
I said, "Baby we made it", even though niggas hated
Did everything I stated, I am so innovative
All my girls getting faded and all my whips candy painted
Call me Nicki M. Ali, these bitches know I'm the greatest
Cause I pull up in the white, pull up with the black
Pull up in the back, pull up with some niggas that be yellin' braaaat
Have the hella best fans, hella wet sands, hella jet plans
Married to the game they don't need a best man
They know I'm a mogul for real, I branded a color
Pink is the color, can't wait to unveil the Pinkprint cover

[Wiz Khalifa:]
When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors
Cause that's my true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Always been, always was
The one who win, ain't tryna take a loss
Counting faces, spending faces
Being faceless, look at they faces, oh
Real that's my true colors
Rich that's my true colors
If you a real nigga, let's get it, let's get it
If you a rich nigga, let's get it, let's get it

When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside they hide it, cause that's they true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors

Cause that's my true colors
Cause that's my true colors
When I pull up in that white on white, they ain't gon' like it
And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause that's my true colors
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We Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q & Nas)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Now I've been in this game for a long time
And I'm still getting money, ohh
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh)
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise

[Rick Ross:]
Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer
Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7, no appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke, accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft pick, hittas stay in the field
On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills
They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains
I'm so high up in the sky, that my I won't get no service
Democracy be the dope, community in the choke
The warden just caught his case, he was looking forward to vote
Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser
I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested

[Schoolboy Q:]
From Figueroa to the airport to them Iceland hoes
Head to London then to Paris, double sold out shows
Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up to stunt more
And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow, uh
Niggas throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all, you can't touch this
Don't believe if my name involved in some punk shit, uh, yeah
Half a mil a week, a crib by the beach and got bank roll
Got a bitch who got booty cheeks and good neck though
Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this game we play, you can't control us
Hol' up, hol' up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up
Hold up, hol' up, my bitch, her shape like Coca-Cola
Hold up, hol' up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeah, hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Now I've been in this game for a long time
And I'm still getting money, ohh
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh)
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise

[Nas:]
I never give a rat a pass, it's the fattest ass that attracts me
How do I define Nasty? Ghastly, explain Esco
Plain and simple, with a redbone in the Benzo sippin' XO
From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one
The father of Destiny, Knight's pops, Will's man
Jungle's brother, girl, I house you like the Jungle Brothers
Understand, I shine before ya'll time
I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes
When dinner time and BBS's on tinted Saab's was getting robbed
I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it
That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut
We been 'em niggas that's been them niggas, ask any nigga
Mass Appeal, HSTRY, Henny sippers, let's get it nigga

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Hol' up, we dem boyz

[Nas & Wiz Khalifa:]
Ayo Wiz, come meet me out in Vegas
Them new releases coming out at 12 AM
Look, we gotta stay fresh playboy, yeah, yeah
Ain't nothing you could do about it, we dem boyz, uhh

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe
Drinkin' by the case, that be the reason why they hate
Fresh up out a cell to the seats of private planes
Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin' weed is my escape
Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight
Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie bank
Some niggas get put on, some niggas get played
Take another selfie, watch my lawyer beat the case
We dem boyz

Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Now I've been in this game for a long time
And I'm still getting money, ohh
Hol' up, hol' up, we dem boyz (Ohh)
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
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You And Your Friends lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Snoop Dogg & Ty Dolla Sign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I got all these J's rolled up
And I got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, whoa
I got all these J's rolled up
And I got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, whoa

[Wiz Khalifa:]
You and your friends, up in my car
Rolling up J's, flying with the stars
Don't gotta ask the price 'cause you already know
Watch full of ice, no light it still glow
It's you and your friends, me and my dogs
Left your nigga to be with my squad
He talk a lot of shit, but he ain't really on
He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like
Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy
I want you to be my lady
Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain't hating

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I got all these J's rolled up
And I got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, whoa

[Snoop Dogg:]
I'm parked outfront in a Range Rover
Coke white, so tight, game over
Coupe to the block, bop to the bang
Car full of girls in a blue Mustang
Four y'all, more y'all, caravan
V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand
Wobble again
I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame
On the highway, just me and Wiz
With a dirty dozen, about to handle this
Was they cousins or was they twins?
I love it when they both go all in
Like that, this one and that one
See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one
Does she pay what she weigh?
I'm looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I got all these J's rolled up
And I got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, whoa
I got all these J's rolled up
And I got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, whoa

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On Me lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Jeezy)

What's up? What's happening Jeezy? I just touched down
These hoes on me, Jeezy, for real

[Jeezy:]
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
They make it so bad, these bitches want me
Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn
When I fell up in the spot the forty on me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

There be no hating, no faking, no lying, no snitching
You play with it, you go there, you cross line, I'm tripping
Them hoes try them long clips, I'm going straight loco
Your clique poor, you dead broke, I'm world wide, you local
I'm grinding, I'm shining, I'm stunting, I'm flexing
Them bitches you came with, they all in my section
They smoking, we drinking, they turnt up, they sipping
She spilled Don P on me, I said bitch you tripping
My weed costs, my belt costs, my jeans cost a grip, bitch
And you know that four cal is right here on hip, bitch
Two door cost half mil, that there be rich shit
Don't know me? You hate me? That there be bitch shit

What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
They make it so bad, these bitches want me
Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn
When I fell up in the spot the forty on me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Keep the shit talking, turn me up a little more, uh
Oh my God, look what I just bought
Another presidential rollie, don't ask what it costs
And you might get lost, come into my crib
I'm just a young nigga, getting it how I live
I'm supposed to stacking, supposed to be grinding
Supposed to be swagging, supposed to be shining
Supposed to be way up ahead of my game
While you in back, or stuck in the line
I'm spending my cash, I'm in this bitch, rolling my grass up
Club's so packed in there, can't no one get past us
Oh, I'm with my whole crew, spent thirty thousand in the club
That's what I'm supposed to do, say fuck the chase
I drink it straight, like what I'm supposed to do
If you made what I made a show you'd probably throw it too

[Jeezy:]
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
They make it so bad, these bitches want me
Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn
When I fell up in the spot the forty on me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I told a bitch to bring her friend, like what I'm supposed to do
I bought a bottle, drink it straight, like what I'm supposed to do
I hit the club on hella hoes, like what I'm supposed to do
And V.I.P. be rolling drugs, like what I'm supposed to do
You see me driving foreign cars, like what I'm supposed to do
A hundred deep up in this bitch, can't see me rolling through
This nigga tripping, took his bitch, like what I'm supposed to do
A young rich nigga, I'm buying for my whole crew
And I'll serve a nigga pound if he roll through
Real niggas with me and they well known too
And if I'm smoking one you best believe she smoking too
A million dollars, one summer, what I'm supposed to do, uh

[Jeezy:]
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
They make it so bad, these bitches want me
Spent the whole thirty grand, blew the whole clique, damn
When I fell up in the spot the forty on me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
What I'm supposed to do, these bitches want me

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mixtape: 28 Grams (2014)



















 

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Aw Shit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 It's about time right?

Where's the 'dro?

Drama Wiz

Count 'em up bitch

28 Grams


You know I stay high

I pull up in my ride

Shades so dark that you can't see my eyes

Smoking on loud, blowing on clouds

Just did a show but don't know the amount

Taking your bitch if you're leaving her out

You niggas so broke, you so homie the Clown

There she go over there

Other hoes don't compare

Throw them 1's in the air

Throw them 1's in the air

Kk with hash, a nigga with cash

I'm taking the money, smack it on her ass

She give me good brain, she ahead of her class

I came in her first but I'm leavin' her last


Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'

Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'

Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'

Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'


You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it


I roll one, I roll two

One for me, one for you

When we high, ain't no tellin' what we do

No where to go, so much to blow

Keepin' it private so nobody know

Doing your thing when you slide down the pole

Give you a drink, you get out of control

On your line cause you're nothin' like the rest of 'em

Oh, you know you're fucking with the best of 'em

Shots of that gin, her and a friend

We leave the club then I'm goin' in

Soon as I'm done, we do it again


Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'

Bend it over for me baby, gon' twerk somethin'

Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'

Let me spend some ends on it if it's worth somethin'


You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it

You gon' pick up all this money when I throw it


See, many of ya'll have been ridin' with us

Smokin' with us and gettin' money with us for a while

Welcome back

All hail Trap Wiz

Boy Drama

Pittsburgh, what's up?

Something's life and life is living!

Fucking awesome, yeah!

Hehehe, 28 grams

For ya'll that don't know what 28 grams is

It's an ounce of weed, preferably

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Maan lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Is it recording?

Love is life, and life is living

Fuckin' awesome, yeah!


I smoked the whole damn pound

I'm 'a need another one, 'nother one

Eyes closed, I won't come down

Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts


Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed

A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent

Just cause you up in this bitch

Don't mean you gon' hit this shit

You better roll somethin'

Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'

Tryna O.D. on THC

Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound

Smoke the whole thing up in the week

Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker

Smoke it to the face

Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way

Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day

So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place

We mobbin'


Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'


Now, every place that we go, they say we can't smoke

But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'

When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'

Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling


Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin

Snakes in the grass keep mowin'

Ass so fat, look swollen

Another city, state gotta show in

Another airport gotta go in

Reason why you hate, I'm knowin

Niggas got too much hoein'

I keep rollin' up

Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen

They don't understand what I'm doin'

Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when I'm rollin'

Been through New York and London and Paris and back

South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack

Rollin' up bats

Go on, get a bong, get a match

Everybody get along, get attached

Get a song, get a biatch

What he say, every dog need a cat

Potheads need a joint to relax

G pen full of wax

10 Rolled cone joints, really fast

No sticks no seeds in the bag

Got reason to brag

In the front, y'all b's in the back

Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag

Little bitch, we mobbin'


Nigga, we mobbing, we mobbing, shit!

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbing


Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke

But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'

When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'

Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling

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Let'R lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Fresh outta that

Back to the trap

808 Mafia

808

Metro Boomin want some more nigga?


Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her


Uh, Whole lotta Kush, whole lotta cars

Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash

Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spots

Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot

And it ain't gonna stop

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas came (up in here)

My niggas came (up in here)

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

That's why your bitch want

(A real nigga to call in)


Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her


Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind

Tryna find out where I'm going

Your girl's figured out what I'm driving

You're out on the town and your nigga don't know

Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low

You ain't on Instagram taking pictures

Tryna make the best of the moment

Parents don't know and your boss might kill ya

Man these hoes so familiar

One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha

Like the ho from the Clippers

Laid up watchin' movies in my Bathing Ape slippers

I got all this

I got a crib with a court in the back, motherfucker I'm ballin'

Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then

As I called it

(Your bitch want me, whoa

Aw man, shit, aye! 28 grams nigga)

And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit

Shit I got on, it ain't from the store

Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's

Young Khalifa man, all on the walls


Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her


Hahahahaha

Oh my god

Hahahahaha

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James Bong lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 It's very clear

Ribbit

In it

Get it


James Bong I'm on a mission

Bruce Lee the way I kick it

Tiger Woods the way I hit it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Ah, you niggas finished

Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it


I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up

I'm in the kitchen

I make it flip, I make it flip

Just like a gymnast

I mix it up, I mix it up

Just like a chemist

You niggas know that I'm the realest

I'm with my squad and we the illest

I'm going hard, I'm 'bout my business

That bitch she on it, yeah she gifted

I'm in her mouth like I'm a dentist

I swear to god I be going hard

You would think part of my job is driving foreign cars

I'll be in it till I win it

Y'all could start it, I'mma finish


James Bong I'm on a mission

Bruce Lee the way I kick it

Tiger Woods the way I hit it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Ah, you niggas finished

Damn, look how I whip it, how I whip it

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What Iss Hittin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Yeah, yeah yeah

Bet the money make her backflip

Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet

Keep saying that she gotta man

I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"

Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Ho... what iss hittin' for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?


Walked up in this bitch like "Woow"

They like "goddamn", "kid stacking up bands"

Cheese like an old man

You rolling round with a broke man

Quit rolling with them broke niggas

Start riding round with a rich nigga

Start riding round with a nigga that's rich

Lifestyle of my niggas that's rich

Got a Rolex on my wrist

I ride for my niggas that's it

Woo... you rolling round round me

I ain't playin', na lil nigga I ain't playin'

I got niggas in my clique

And they down for anythang

They gon' bang, they gon' bang

They gon' let that choppa rang

Fuck what you saying, I ride for my gang

That's all that I am, the world in my hand

Yeah, yeah, damn


Yeah, yeah yeah

Bet the money make her backflip

Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet

Keep saying that she gotta man

I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeah"

Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Ho... what iss hittin' for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

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Pure lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation


If you're smoking on it don't forget to pass man

This that Kush we call it California Grass man

If I'm smoking on it, don't got sticks or seeds man

Get so high, I get so high you won't believe man

I be smoking all the time they call me ganja man

And this don't come from the store it's from the weedman

Roll it up don't give a fuck about police man

Burn a pound look like we're gonna need a fireman

Thought I had a problem, went to see the preacher man

Said "Ain't nothing wrong you been smoking gas man"

Even used to get in trouble with the teacher man

He said "Next time you come to school high be the last man"

I be teaching bitches how to clear the bong man

All these plants you would think I was a farmer man

Eyes low, blowing smoke, need a driver man

Even though it's against the rules, let me smoke man


You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation


Give a fuck 'bout what you heard I'm from the 'Burgh man

I be smoking hella grass like I'm Bob man

I be rolling hella weed up to his songs man

I be chiefing all day like Cheech and Chong man

I be smoking even though you think it's wrong man

I be hoping that my locks is getting long man

Even went really hard with the wax man

Fuck it , every now and then I take a dab man

I ain't there 'less they let Khalifa roll man

If you can't roll a joint then use a cone man

Smoke so much you would think I was an island man

Told them "Don't need to knock it 'til you try it man"

Got so much OG Kush I could pile it man

On the boat I get high like a pilot man

Learn the rules, check the pack, 'fore you buy it man

Roll it up, light it up, that's that fire man


You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

Unwind and just smoke one, it's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

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Get That Zip Off lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Uh, what is you saying? My money insane

I'm fresh off a plane, I'm rolling a plant

Girl why is you playing? Let's stick to the plan

That weed is so good that it stick to my hand

It come from the land, I know I'm the man

Bought a few packs so they throw a few in

I don't understand, I know what you payin'

I smoke 'til it's gone and grow it again (Huh?)

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off


I was smoking trees at the party acting gnarly

I got hundred pounds of weed, talkin' shawty, what ya need?

Kush be so strong, hit it once it's hard to breathe

Have you coughing up a lung, so much smoke you tryna leave

Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell your ass?

Talking about that pack I ain't tryna sell your ass

(God damn) Rollie on my wrist, doobie in my fist

Sipping on that Cris, definitely going to jail if I take a piss

It ain't nothin' to get that tip off

Arm out the window, it ain't nothin' to get that clip off

It ain't nothing to knock your clique off

Put it in her mouth, I swear she tried to suck my dick off (God Damn)


It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

28 grams in a Ziploc

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off


Got one rolled up, you should roll one too

Let's get fucked up, girl you know how we do

What time? What place? Drink gin, no chase

First time all out, next time call us


Don't hit the bong, get the smoke is bad

Say you smoking strong, but you wrong, you been smoking trash

It ain't in my lungs if it ain't that pressure

First thing in the morning grab my joint from out the dresser

Keep my OG in a jar 'cause I like it fresh

Said he hit the weed, he ain't ready yet

Steady flexin' on these children like I'm Willie Nelson

No discretion, come to drugs, I got a big selection


It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

28 grams in a Ziploc

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off


(Laughing) 28 grams nigga

The fuck you wanna do nigga?

I'm coning the joint while we talk right now nigga

Fuck wrong with you?

A zip at a time bitch, put that lil' ass shit away

Fuck wrong with you niggas man

We do it big over here man, Taylor Gang

I'll be in motherfuckin' Denver on 4/20 nigga

Weed's legal there, so that's sweet

Y'll niggas smoke like two joints a day

And you talkin' bout you gettin' high motherfucker

That's cool, we gon' continue to get dumb high

We ain't abusing it, we using it


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Foreign lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 I get it back, that's why I blow it

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga


Porsche, Maserati, or a (what?)

Damn, brand new Ferrari or a... Lambo

Nigga got bread

Shooters like, "Don't get close to that new Testarossa."

That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur

I be sparkin' in that Aston-Martin

Gettin' head like it's nothin', push the button, park it


I get it back, that's why I blow it

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga


Whipin', whippin'

I swear to God I be dippin', dippin'

In that new Murciélago, we ride foreign

Nelly Furtado hit the gas

Hear the tires screechin'

This ain't even my weekday car, this for the weekend

I got so many horses

All the hoes say that it's gorgeous

In the air, that's where my doors is


I get it back, that's why I blow it

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga


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Incense lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Ooh, oh, and oh

Purps on the beat

No, no, no, no, no, no

Ooh, no, no

Once we smoke, we gotta use them incense, babe

Do my stroke, for real

I'mma do it slow, like a puff-puff pass

Right


And when we smoke

Oh, we gotta use them incense babe

When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it

So long, we be burning out them candles girl

Oh, no, no, nooo


When I'm out with my niggas, when you're out with your bitches

...You don't text or call!

You the late night type, you would spend a little, too


Ride with me, spend time with me

Unwind with me, so I could read

And be on top of me

In front of me

Having fun with me

Girl, for none of me


And when we smoke, we gotta use some incense, babe

And when I stroke, you gonna remember my name when I'm in it

Go longer than them candles burn


You want it all? You get it all

Where my down-South girls? Where my Eastcoast girls?

Where my Westcoast girls? Where my Chi-town girls?

My Toronto girl

Oh, I know you with it

Out of France, they say that I'm the man


And when we smoke, we gotta use them incense babe

When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it

So long, we be burning out them candles girl

Oh, no, no, nooo


When we smoke, we gotta use them incense, baby

When I stroke, you gone remember my name

I'ma go low, do it til them candles burn

Uhh, ooohh, uhhh

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