Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 1:]
Black stripe, yellow paint, them niggas scared of it but them hoes ain't
Soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face
Hit the petal once make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roarin
It's the big boy you know what I payed for it
And I got the petal to the metal
I got you niggas checkin game I'm ballin out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell em
Just made a million got another million on my schedule
No love for em nigga breakin hearts
No keys, push to start
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
Bitches love me cause I'm fuckin with their best friends
Not a lesbian but she a freak though
This ain't for one night I'm shinin all weak hoe.
I'm sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in the watch I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up cause every nigga that I'm with taylor'd
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
[Verse 3:]
Stay high like how I'm supposed to do
That crown underneath them clouds, can't get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but it's super mean
She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks, get fly, take trips and that's that
Real rap, I let her get high, she wouldn't she feel that, convertible drop fill, 87 the top peel back
[Chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Waken Baken lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.
Smokin, chillin, up at the top of the world.
Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.
Rollin', I'm G'in feels like I'm dreamin but it's just livin'.
Smokin, chillin, up at the top of the world.
Up above the clouds, no one pullin' me down.
Rollin', I'm G'in feels like I'm dreamin but it's just livin'.
Mezmorized lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, it's Young Khalifa man. Paper Plane Gang, 501 young.
'Ay shout out to my brother Spitta man. I just wanted to say that. Yeah.
And, your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga.
It's pimpin' over here. Macaroni. Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
What up Chevy, Germ I see you, Cardo on the beat. Haha.
[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
Niggas be pressed for pussy, it aint nothing
Instead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin', why don't you get you some money
9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin'
Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it one hundred, get love from the hoes, but it's, money over bitches nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feet up
Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us
So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh
Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say
Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my polo hat, she leave once it's a known fact
That she aint coming back. Now Taylor Gang that.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Verse 2]
I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper how the fucker don't know shit about her
I take you up where it's cloudy, aint one them lames still rockin' prada
I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest bitches, rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them niggas just playing, aint really ballin', saying they being honest
Claiming, that's your wife but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing
Aint her first time chiefing but say she don't do this often
Since I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take niggas hoes, and smoke hella trees with em
As for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and I plan to still paper over....pussy.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool.
This what we go to sleep to, wake up to....Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too. Got paper in my pocket.
Taylor Gang what's up? See yall niggas man
We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap. Hahahaha.
Yeah. We don't want no more sucker shit..ever.
Uh, it's Young Khalifa man. Paper Plane Gang, 501 young.
'Ay shout out to my brother Spitta man. I just wanted to say that. Yeah.
And, your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga.
It's pimpin' over here. Macaroni. Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
What up Chevy, Germ I see you, Cardo on the beat. Haha.
[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
Niggas be pressed for pussy, it aint nothing
Instead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin', why don't you get you some money
9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin'
Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it one hundred, get love from the hoes, but it's, money over bitches nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feet up
Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us
So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh
Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say
Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my polo hat, she leave once it's a known fact
That she aint coming back. Now Taylor Gang that.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Verse 2]
I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper how the fucker don't know shit about her
I take you up where it's cloudy, aint one them lames still rockin' prada
I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest bitches, rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them niggas just playing, aint really ballin', saying they being honest
Claiming, that's your wife but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing
Aint her first time chiefing but say she don't do this often
Since I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take niggas hoes, and smoke hella trees with em
As for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and I plan to still paper over....pussy.
[Chorus]
And aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I beat em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game little homie I'm doing big things big things, big things
And them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool.
This what we go to sleep to, wake up to....Kush and Orange Juice nigga.
Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too. Got paper in my pocket.
Taylor Gang what's up? See yall niggas man
We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap. Hahahaha.
Yeah. We don't want no more sucker shit..ever.
We're Done lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus]
We're done, but it's not over.
We'll start it again, out to the end of the day.
It keeps getting better.
Don't be afraid, we'll do it together.
Started from nothing, ended up with everything.
From the house, to the whips, taking trips to any place that you care to name.
Champagne, skydivin'
EZ wider papers, no blunts, hit it once you mile high
Runnin' now I'm livin' how I'm supposed to.
Laughing at you haters like I told you
I just tell the waitress keep pouring.
Get infront of the camera keep posing
Too much bank to be rolled in, that's why I stay golden, till the cake gets swollen.
And you just can't fold it. or it's old and molded.
And the crust get golden.
[Chorus x2]
You stay the night cause you say my life is exciting
Wake up still drunk not going to work cause you like it
Livin' with no regrets
Buyin' more bottles while we got ones I ain't even opened yet
Notice that first thought you wanna talk about your boyfriend
Now everytime he callin' you ignoring them
Somewhere tasting trees
Cat and mouse
You chase me I'll chase this cheese
While we're young, one
[Chorus x2]
We're done, but it's not over.
We'll start it again, out to the end of the day.
It keeps getting better.
Don't be afraid, we'll do it together.
Started from nothing, ended up with everything.
From the house, to the whips, taking trips to any place that you care to name.
Champagne, skydivin'
EZ wider papers, no blunts, hit it once you mile high
Runnin' now I'm livin' how I'm supposed to.
Laughing at you haters like I told you
I just tell the waitress keep pouring.
Get infront of the camera keep posing
Too much bank to be rolled in, that's why I stay golden, till the cake gets swollen.
And you just can't fold it. or it's old and molded.
And the crust get golden.
[Chorus x2]
You stay the night cause you say my life is exciting
Wake up still drunk not going to work cause you like it
Livin' with no regrets
Buyin' more bottles while we got ones I ain't even opened yet
Notice that first thought you wanna talk about your boyfriend
Now everytime he callin' you ignoring them
Somewhere tasting trees
Cat and mouse
You chase me I'll chase this cheese
While we're young, one
[Chorus x2]
Skit 1 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Sh, sh, shut, shut the fuck up!
Hello? Did I get through?
Shut the fuck up guys!
Did I get thr...
OMG I'm on W.E.E.D.!
YEAA BITCH!
EASY RIDER WHATS UP?!
WIZ!
FUCK!!!
TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Yeaaheaa
We back again y'all
It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Like I never mothafuckin left
This time we in love with Kush and Orange Juice
That's right
The formula for Wake and Bake y'all
So get your fruits and vegetables
Roll up that good weed
And ride with me
We gone go straight to the lines
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
What city you reppin?
How much you love Taylor Gang or Die?
[Caller 1:]
Say dog, it's Lil T from across the tracks mayne
Some young nigga tried that Kush and Orange Juice mayne
And yall niggas dont know, that worn a niggas heart mayne
Real Shit cuz (OK)
Thats some real shit cuz, you know what I'm sayin
[Easy Rider:]
What we gone do
Is we gone roll this thing up
We gone get a big ass lighter
We gone set this shit on fire
Right here on W.E.E.D.
Hello? Did I get through?
Shut the fuck up guys!
Did I get thr...
OMG I'm on W.E.E.D.!
YEAA BITCH!
EASY RIDER WHATS UP?!
WIZ!
FUCK!!!
TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Yeaaheaa
We back again y'all
It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Like I never mothafuckin left
This time we in love with Kush and Orange Juice
That's right
The formula for Wake and Bake y'all
So get your fruits and vegetables
Roll up that good weed
And ride with me
We gone go straight to the lines
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
What city you reppin?
How much you love Taylor Gang or Die?
[Caller 1:]
Say dog, it's Lil T from across the tracks mayne
Some young nigga tried that Kush and Orange Juice mayne
And yall niggas dont know, that worn a niggas heart mayne
Real Shit cuz (OK)
Thats some real shit cuz, you know what I'm sayin
[Easy Rider:]
What we gone do
Is we gone roll this thing up
We gone get a big ass lighter
We gone set this shit on fire
Right here on W.E.E.D.
The Statement lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah that's it. Yeah! Uh. Where haven't we....Uh.
Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the...haha. Uh.
[Verse 1]
Fast cars with bad broads in 'em, I proceed to smoke these trees
And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they bullshit begins I end them
And nope, I don't hear these niggas trippin'
Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines
The weed is rolled, the drink is cold
It's new to you, to me it's old
C-E-O, these off brand niggas aint really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known, to leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke
The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. O-K.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
[Verse 2]
Ask me if I plan to be roof top chillin' with some pretty ass women, you'd be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charge it to my phone, 'couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it's best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bone
Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin' on
Master of the craft, I've grown
Haters trail the path, I've flown
It's obvious, suckas talk down but we aint trippin'
Hoes fuck with us, say we different
At my hotel chillin', bad women come to fill my marijuana perscription
You niggas know the biz, it's Taylor Gang or kill him.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
Yeah that's it. Yeah! Uh. Where haven't we....Uh.
Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the...haha. Uh.
[Verse 1]
Fast cars with bad broads in 'em, I proceed to smoke these trees
And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they bullshit begins I end them
And nope, I don't hear these niggas trippin'
Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines
The weed is rolled, the drink is cold
It's new to you, to me it's old
C-E-O, these off brand niggas aint really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known, to leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke
The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. O-K.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
[Verse 2]
Ask me if I plan to be roof top chillin' with some pretty ass women, you'd be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charge it to my phone, 'couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it's best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bone
Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin' on
Master of the craft, I've grown
Haters trail the path, I've flown
It's obvious, suckas talk down but we aint trippin'
Hoes fuck with us, say we different
At my hotel chillin', bad women come to fill my marijuana perscription
You niggas know the biz, it's Taylor Gang or kill him.
[Chorus]
This aint the life that we chose, but it's the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin'.
'Cause we'll get there in a minute.
Spotlight lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Killa Kyleon)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
10 steps ahead of these niggassss... Fool
Dats why they fuck with me instead of these niggas YEA!
Thahahaha... yeaaaa... dis beat go perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton... (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you know what it is man... Taylor gang
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(UH) No joint roaches in ma car
Play the game smart
We gon' get dis chesse, don't give police ah reason to fuck us off
I done seem the ups
Not a stranger to the downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitchs with foreign names
Ma homie hit me on da text, he ain't want nothin buh to tell me that I got next
Need keep it G
I'm in yo' town frequently
Got the bottles, bring the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed
Yea nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high
Nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but the planes what they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remain ah G
(Thaha) Clicquot slow and sour D smoke
She leave the room you smell it on her fingers bro
Asking silly questions bout "Where you been"?
Saying "You look different"
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in ah minute
Took ownership of the air, I'm fly, you niggas just trynna visit
[Chorus:]
(Yeaaaaaaaa) (YAAAAAAAAAA BITCH!)
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
Everywhere that we gooooo (uo-oooohhhh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
While you at home on twitter trynna hackin' her page and shyt
We smoking and crackin jokes on how lame ya is (Uhhh)
Hotel room right up by da water
Even taught her how to use ah joint roller
A tight end became from underground lik ah oiler
Here like I never left, back like ah spoiler
Give my keys to valet
Waiter take ma order
Ya'll been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they ought to' (Heyy) (Kylly run it)
[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
Me and Khalifa, call it dat gush reefer
Good drank dat'll seat ya
Put chu in ah sleeper, louis' on ma beepers buh I see that bread (Clearly Tho)
G.O.O.D music is the consequnce, we legends (Really Tho)
Minus Kanye, buh we got this money in common
We get it day and night
Gutter marijuy don't want it
I'm the shit, no plumbin
Money talk, no hummin
Put the GPS on it
Located, I'm comingggg
I'm in something Paper-Plated
Get it, decapitate it
And if the bomb creams
Super boats swangs fascinated
With the fast life
Haters to the left I got my cash right
Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Lit up like a flashlight
VVS's is in my necklace lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 star chicks, first class like my last flight.
[Chorus:]
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
10 steps ahead of these niggassss... Fool
Dats why they fuck with me instead of these niggas YEA!
Thahahaha... yeaaaa... dis beat go perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton... (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you know what it is man... Taylor gang
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
(UH) No joint roaches in ma car
Play the game smart
We gon' get dis chesse, don't give police ah reason to fuck us off
I done seem the ups
Not a stranger to the downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitchs with foreign names
Ma homie hit me on da text, he ain't want nothin buh to tell me that I got next
Need keep it G
I'm in yo' town frequently
Got the bottles, bring the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed
Yea nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high
Nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but the planes what they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still remain ah G
(Thaha) Clicquot slow and sour D smoke
She leave the room you smell it on her fingers bro
Asking silly questions bout "Where you been"?
Saying "You look different"
Had the time of her life not to mention
You ain't been this high in ah minute
Took ownership of the air, I'm fly, you niggas just trynna visit
[Chorus:]
(Yeaaaaaaaa) (YAAAAAAAAAA BITCH!)
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
Everywhere that we gooooo (uo-oooohhhh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
While you at home on twitter trynna hackin' her page and shyt
We smoking and crackin jokes on how lame ya is (Uhhh)
Hotel room right up by da water
Even taught her how to use ah joint roller
A tight end became from underground lik ah oiler
Here like I never left, back like ah spoiler
Give my keys to valet
Waiter take ma order
Ya'll been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they ought to' (Heyy) (Kylly run it)
[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
Me and Khalifa, call it dat gush reefer
Good drank dat'll seat ya
Put chu in ah sleeper, louis' on ma beepers buh I see that bread (Clearly Tho)
G.O.O.D music is the consequnce, we legends (Really Tho)
Minus Kanye, buh we got this money in common
We get it day and night
Gutter marijuy don't want it
I'm the shit, no plumbin
Money talk, no hummin
Put the GPS on it
Located, I'm comingggg
I'm in something Paper-Plated
Get it, decapitate it
And if the bomb creams
Super boats swangs fascinated
With the fast life
Haters to the left I got my cash right
Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Lit up like a flashlight
VVS's is in my necklace lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 star chicks, first class like my last flight.
[Chorus:]
Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it?
I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight
Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight
Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane
Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo
Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo
Skit 2 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeaaheaa, It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
And we rocking with nothing but the best
No Stress
It's my nigga Young Wiz Khalifa yall
Now we been doing our thing for years now, you know how we get down
I need yall to call up
Roll up
Get high to the sky
Lets hear from one of our callers, caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 1:]
Aye whats happening baby
This ya man Long Longs Lee and im calling from the short side of the bridge baby
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Digg, and what you waking and bake to?
[Caller 1:]
Man, I got a glass of that OJ and a plane of that kush waiting for me
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
Matter fact, we gone get to another caller
This shit feel so good
And I got me a curly head red bitch rolling up doobies as we speak
We don't smoke blunts yall
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 2:]
What up doe, This Crazy Coop from Michigan, man let me get a blunt worth of that good shit you got there
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Oh Fuck you brah, you ain't tryna get high
[Caller 2:]
That ain't cool man
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Ima bring yall some new shit
Off that Kush and Orange Juice
From my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Taylor Gang I see yall
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
And we rocking with nothing but the best
No Stress
It's my nigga Young Wiz Khalifa yall
Now we been doing our thing for years now, you know how we get down
I need yall to call up
Roll up
Get high to the sky
Lets hear from one of our callers, caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 1:]
Aye whats happening baby
This ya man Long Longs Lee and im calling from the short side of the bridge baby
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Digg, and what you waking and bake to?
[Caller 1:]
Man, I got a glass of that OJ and a plane of that kush waiting for me
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
Matter fact, we gone get to another caller
This shit feel so good
And I got me a curly head red bitch rolling up doobies as we speak
We don't smoke blunts yall
Caller whats ya name and where ya from?
[Caller 2:]
What up doe, This Crazy Coop from Michigan, man let me get a blunt worth of that good shit you got there
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Oh Fuck you brah, you ain't tryna get high
[Caller 2:]
That ain't cool man
[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Ima bring yall some new shit
Off that Kush and Orange Juice
From my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Taylor Gang I see yall
The Kid Frankie lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeahh...[mumbling]....kid frankie!
[Verse 1:]
I live life sucka free
Thats why them niggas you be wit, talk down like they don't fuck wit me
I get money realistically
And the homies show me love
Groupies wanna leave tha club wit me
Aint nothin to a G
Let your hair blow in the breeze
Roll some bomb ass weed!
Get high, cruise at a jet speed
Do it like I do it for TV
675 damier LV's
7 somthing wit tax
And when im on the plane, got the carry on to match
Nigga thats fly shit
Trynna peep game lil homie just watch this
Champagne in my cockpit
Talkin bout you got a man mommy just stop it
Please!
As we proceed to give you watchu need, to roll up our weed.
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
Okay
[Verse 2:]
Self-made, been through what I been through...
So I know what I know
I write bomb rap songs, tell them bitches what im in to
So the hoes wanna roll
First class roll to another coast
Just to smoke kush
I know a nigga who grows
And thats on the real momma
If you tryna slide gotta bring one for Will
Just another day in the life
Nother plane
Nother night
Gettin faded wit another nigga wife
Drinkin hella champagne
Tanqueray wit the sprite
Then I'm up in the AM to catch another flight
Niggas reppin the gang
Simply because everything else lame
The fans want real niggas
Them hoes lookin for change
I seen it all
Player in the game
First they bitin our flow
Now they jackin our slang
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
So incredible... Hahaha...If I do say so myself...My nigga germ, on the boards
Yeah he did that shit fool... Yeah! Hahaha... what up Will?...
Benji just got off that flight from vegas...Okay...
Taylor Gang, Over everything! Rostrum Records...
Thats how the fuck we do shit! Yeah! Bitch! Smoke somethin...
Kush and Orange Juice nigga....Can't forget that....Everything's Louis Vuitton on this...
[Verse 1:]
I live life sucka free
Thats why them niggas you be wit, talk down like they don't fuck wit me
I get money realistically
And the homies show me love
Groupies wanna leave tha club wit me
Aint nothin to a G
Let your hair blow in the breeze
Roll some bomb ass weed!
Get high, cruise at a jet speed
Do it like I do it for TV
675 damier LV's
7 somthing wit tax
And when im on the plane, got the carry on to match
Nigga thats fly shit
Trynna peep game lil homie just watch this
Champagne in my cockpit
Talkin bout you got a man mommy just stop it
Please!
As we proceed to give you watchu need, to roll up our weed.
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
Okay
[Verse 2:]
Self-made, been through what I been through...
So I know what I know
I write bomb rap songs, tell them bitches what im in to
So the hoes wanna roll
First class roll to another coast
Just to smoke kush
I know a nigga who grows
And thats on the real momma
If you tryna slide gotta bring one for Will
Just another day in the life
Nother plane
Nother night
Gettin faded wit another nigga wife
Drinkin hella champagne
Tanqueray wit the sprite
Then I'm up in the AM to catch another flight
Niggas reppin the gang
Simply because everything else lame
The fans want real niggas
Them hoes lookin for change
I seen it all
Player in the game
First they bitin our flow
Now they jackin our slang
[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
So incredible... Hahaha...If I do say so myself...My nigga germ, on the boards
Yeah he did that shit fool... Yeah! Hahaha... what up Will?...
Benji just got off that flight from vegas...Okay...
Taylor Gang, Over everything! Rostrum Records...
Thats how the fuck we do shit! Yeah! Bitch! Smoke somethin...
Kush and Orange Juice nigga....Can't forget that....Everything's Louis Vuitton on this...
Up lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
I dont know whats going on, or about this feelin, you got me feelin,
Cuz everytime I try to leave I'm right back again, yea,
And I aint goin no where, you got me walkin on the ceilin,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone, oh,
Ill be the one you call, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there, flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spent the night...low...
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
So high I'm not comin down, and you wit me you aint comin down eitherrrr,
Lets write our names on a cloud, break sum down,
Roll it up and pass it all around, god dam she a keeeperrr, yea,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone,
Ill be the one you callllll, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spend the night...low
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Keep all that....even keep that too,
And keep that too but you cut this out.....
Kush and orange juice nigga...
Cuz everytime I try to leave I'm right back again, yea,
And I aint goin no where, you got me walkin on the ceilin,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone, oh,
Ill be the one you call, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there, flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spent the night...low...
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
So high I'm not comin down, and you wit me you aint comin down eitherrrr,
Lets write our names on a cloud, break sum down,
Roll it up and pass it all around, god dam she a keeeperrr, yea,
So when the times get hard and the nights your all alone,
Ill be the one you callllll, no tellin where we might go,
And everytime you look up baby I'm right there flyin in the air,
So let all of your fears gooo oh oh, you never spend the night...low
It go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up,
We go up up up up up up up up
We go up up up up up up up up
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Cuz everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
Everythings better when your high,
If you dont smoke I dont kno why
Keep all that....even keep that too,
And keep that too but you cut this out.....
Kush and orange juice nigga...
Never Been lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Empty bottles of Clicquot (CLEE-Co) and ashes on the flo'.
Towel under the do', we wasn't supposed to even smoke.
I ain't trippin, never slip or slackin on my pimpin.
Drop the nerd you with,come smoke a joint with he who's winnin.
Ain't like them guys who wine and dine to keep they women
My bitches only want two things, that's to get high and kick it
Try my pot prescription, take a couple shots with lemon.
Usually have to watch a movie to see how I'm livin.
(Yea) So what's the hold up, waiter bring the bottle get them EZ- Widers rolled up.
Self made G', did everything on my own bra'.
In my early twenties with money as wide as Oprah.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talkin' alot cause I'm getting bankroll (bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohhhh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
(Uhh) Crack a window we gon' smoke this Indo.(indoor)
Saying that you still high from last night.
You try to pass, trying to beware of the fast life.
Kick it with the planes and it'll be your last flight.
(Yea) OG hash, let you stumble to class right.
The sex great, no I don't give her no half-pipe.
Housekeepers knocking, we don't let em' in
Rollin doobies up, room with a jacuzzi tub.
(SAY SHE NEVER BEEN)
In the game, I am a veteran.
After we fuck, roll the doctor prescribed medicine.
Let you hit it once, then you sleeping
A fly nigga traveling the world, takin yo girl for the weekend.
Peep it.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talking a lot cause I'm getting bankroll bank roll
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
Louis luggage and all,fuck with the Taylor Gang Spring Summer and Fall...and winter too.
Tahahahahh. Yeaaa bitchhh. Germ on the boards. And this brought to you by: Bad bitches and good weed.
Towel under the do', we wasn't supposed to even smoke.
I ain't trippin, never slip or slackin on my pimpin.
Drop the nerd you with,come smoke a joint with he who's winnin.
Ain't like them guys who wine and dine to keep they women
My bitches only want two things, that's to get high and kick it
Try my pot prescription, take a couple shots with lemon.
Usually have to watch a movie to see how I'm livin.
(Yea) So what's the hold up, waiter bring the bottle get them EZ- Widers rolled up.
Self made G', did everything on my own bra'.
In my early twenties with money as wide as Oprah.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talkin' alot cause I'm getting bankroll (bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohhhh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
(Uhh) Crack a window we gon' smoke this Indo.(indoor)
Saying that you still high from last night.
You try to pass, trying to beware of the fast life.
Kick it with the planes and it'll be your last flight.
(Yea) OG hash, let you stumble to class right.
The sex great, no I don't give her no half-pipe.
Housekeepers knocking, we don't let em' in
Rollin doobies up, room with a jacuzzi tub.
(SAY SHE NEVER BEEN)
In the game, I am a veteran.
After we fuck, roll the doctor prescribed medicine.
Let you hit it once, then you sleeping
A fly nigga traveling the world, takin yo girl for the weekend.
Peep it.
[Chorus:]
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
and girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's on us
I'm talking a lot cause I'm getting bankroll bank roll
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh uh-ohh).
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
Say she never been (never been)
I'm getting bank roll(bank roll),
and they follow me anywhere that my plane go (Ohh ohh).
Say she never been (never been).
Louis luggage and all,fuck with the Taylor Gang Spring Summer and Fall...and winter too.
Tahahahahh. Yeaaa bitchhh. Germ on the boards. And this brought to you by: Bad bitches and good weed.
In Tha Cut lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Niggaz know
Taylor gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit
[Chorus:]
We never low low
Away we go go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low low
Away we go go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
[Verse]
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, dont run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
before she was finished man freaky got super loosed
[Chorus]
[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
It's so funny
On that paper chasing case the money run from me
in the cut rolling up keep them EZ widers stuffed
While them lil niggas still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made us another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang
[Chorus]
Taylor gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit
[Chorus:]
We never low low
Away we go go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low low
Away we go go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
[Verse]
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, dont run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
before she was finished man freaky got super loosed
[Chorus]
[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
It's so funny
On that paper chasing case the money run from me
in the cut rolling up keep them EZ widers stuffed
While them lil niggas still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made us another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang
[Chorus]
Visions lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Life.... Looking out the window. Kush and Orange Juice Nigga
You Might want uh burn one to this.
[Verse 1]
You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 in a halfs even if you had a chance.
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch thats chilling at my pad.
Its all part of the plan.
To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged.
Packing my over night carry on, we dont check bags.
Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes.
True story word to the wise dont let these labels gas you up to be somethin.
Get yo paper never trust em.
Watch the niggas you run with.
I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit.
& make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors to pungent blame it on the reefer consumption.
The difference between you guys is you lie & we live it.
In the sky so pay us a visit.
Bet yo bitch be trying to kick it.
[Wiz Talking]
What you aint you trying to eat nigga.
COME ON, fuck is you waiting for.
Nigga time just sitting around man. COME ON.
Everything was all good. Now shit real.
[Verse 2]
Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume.
Smoking cigars shit was fool.
Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that how fly tune.
Sucker shit we just cant excuse
Steady trying to duplicate but they aint us.
Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up.
Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
Held my city down like a anchor.
Now its champagne we drink.
Non-smoking room we just ashen em in the sink.
I love her attitude she love tracing my ink.
I get up in the wind. Leave her with something to ease stress.
The best not just regular visions.
Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
Young Khalifa gettin to the money safe key.
[Wiz Talking]
Matter fact hit this.
You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk.
Come on man leave that bullshit alone man.
Its over for that.
Put this coat on.
You Might want uh burn one to this.
[Verse 1]
You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 in a halfs even if you had a chance.
Visions of this cash followed with the thought of the bitch thats chilling at my pad.
Its all part of the plan.
To come through get high as I can, party, hit the studio jet lagged.
Packing my over night carry on, we dont check bags.
Old folks are proud to see I'm young and I Louied up to my eyes.
True story word to the wise dont let these labels gas you up to be somethin.
Get yo paper never trust em.
Watch the niggas you run with.
I done seen niggas who had all they dreams fucked over, over some dumb shit.
& make no assumptions hotel owners saying the odors to pungent blame it on the reefer consumption.
The difference between you guys is you lie & we live it.
In the sky so pay us a visit.
Bet yo bitch be trying to kick it.
[Wiz Talking]
What you aint you trying to eat nigga.
COME ON, fuck is you waiting for.
Nigga time just sitting around man. COME ON.
Everything was all good. Now shit real.
[Verse 2]
Soon as I enter the room its red carpets and bitches with pretty smelling perfume.
Smoking cigars shit was fool.
Now you roll hella doobs and anticipate that how fly tune.
Sucker shit we just cant excuse
Steady trying to duplicate but they aint us.
Got bitches dissing they lame ass niggas pot head kids rolling they dank up.
Paparazzi taking pictures we famous
Held my city down like a anchor.
Now its champagne we drink.
Non-smoking room we just ashen em in the sink.
I love her attitude she love tracing my ink.
I get up in the wind. Leave her with something to ease stress.
The best not just regular visions.
Let you get a glimpse of how I'm living, HD
Young Khalifa gettin to the money safe key.
[Wiz Talking]
Matter fact hit this.
You cold nigga I got a coat in the trunk.
Come on man leave that bullshit alone man.
Its over for that.
Put this coat on.
Still Blazin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus]
Still blazin, still blazin, still blazin
Cause ganja power its so amazin
give me the strength and protection, keep praisin
each and everydayeeee
[x2]
[Wiz Khalifa]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just gimme quiet place and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know
let all your conscious go and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone
[Verse 1]
and its gettin hard to see you cause my eyes low
marijuana minutes, nigga time slow
on a kush clock, there's always time to smoke
say I look high? I say I'm high bro
still blazin on with me, just facin
I remember days when I could only smoke on occasion
I couldn't wait to go and cop from ray and them
rollin blunts of 50, stuck in my moms basement
had dro for sale but niggas was smokin haze then
blew a O a day then, don't know but somehow I made away
and nigga them bills need pay but I'm...
[Chorus]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just get up out my face and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business, don't nobody gotta know
lets all learn how to roll and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone,
[Verse 2]
400 a zip nigga that's what I'm on
and I'm gonna re-up as soon as the fires gone
smokin og kush from another time zone
as the smoke begins to pile on
wettin rags and puttin bags over the fire alarm
you niggas styrofoam, lightweight
I'm on my 13th oz, quite baked
you probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
you off that good weed, you need a nice break
see I roll j's up all day and you wont have to put a 8th in
they sayin its amazin how I'm..
[Chorus]
Still blazin, still blazin, still blazin
Cause ganja power its so amazin
give me the strength and protection, keep praisin
each and everydayeeee
[x2]
[Wiz Khalifa]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just gimme quiet place and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know
let all your conscious go and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone
[Verse 1]
and its gettin hard to see you cause my eyes low
marijuana minutes, nigga time slow
on a kush clock, there's always time to smoke
say I look high? I say I'm high bro
still blazin on with me, just facin
I remember days when I could only smoke on occasion
I couldn't wait to go and cop from ray and them
rollin blunts of 50, stuck in my moms basement
had dro for sale but niggas was smokin haze then
blew a O a day then, don't know but somehow I made away
and nigga them bills need pay but I'm...
[Chorus]
why can't everyone just smoke like me?
just get up out my face and lemme roll my weed
where ain't nobody in my business, don't nobody gotta know
lets all learn how to roll and blow it by the O
I'm here but my minds gone,
[Verse 2]
400 a zip nigga that's what I'm on
and I'm gonna re-up as soon as the fires gone
smokin og kush from another time zone
as the smoke begins to pile on
wettin rags and puttin bags over the fire alarm
you niggas styrofoam, lightweight
I'm on my 13th oz, quite baked
you probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
you off that good weed, you need a nice break
see I roll j's up all day and you wont have to put a 8th in
they sayin its amazin how I'm..
[Chorus]
Slim Skit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Digg man
My name is Slim
You know what I'm sayin?
My momma named me Charles
But the people, the people they call me Slim
And you know I been on this Kush and Orange Juice man
It's a wicked thang brotha
You know, I done been around, seen a lot of faces
But my old lady, she wont, she wont roll my weed up for me man
I, I work so hard
I keep the bills paid up
Buy her things she can't pronounce
And she wont roll my trees jack
Jive man
Say dog
Its cold outside man, its cold
But you gotta stay cool
Everybody's fighting to get to the top
But me, I just wanna smoke and chill man
I just wanna smoke my weed brotha
Digg
Get us a nice lil place
Where nobody knows
Hell, I'll name my island if I could
Yea
My name is Slim
You know what I'm sayin?
My momma named me Charles
But the people, the people they call me Slim
And you know I been on this Kush and Orange Juice man
It's a wicked thang brotha
You know, I done been around, seen a lot of faces
But my old lady, she wont, she wont roll my weed up for me man
I, I work so hard
I keep the bills paid up
Buy her things she can't pronounce
And she wont roll my trees jack
Jive man
Say dog
Its cold outside man, its cold
But you gotta stay cool
Everybody's fighting to get to the top
But me, I just wanna smoke and chill man
I just wanna smoke my weed brotha
Digg
Get us a nice lil place
Where nobody knows
Hell, I'll name my island if I could
Yea
Pedal To The Medal lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Johnny Juliano)
Cool
Blue Ice,
Things never looked this nice
[Verse 1]
It's the life we live, it's the price we pay
400 a zip, imperial rose
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us
Ain't a show off, just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em
Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
Other bitches you heard about em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
Self made G millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement,
Face it
Now you drunk and your heart's racin
[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
The money come in, the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it G, continually stack this paper
While all them bitches chase me
Won't be a ?? safety
Bitch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizz out
We party in Vegas, Smokin'
Pina Colada papers
Travel the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living, taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan
So you rollin' if you know like I know
Them niggas don't go where I go
Gangsta
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ok
Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you
I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you
All wins, No loss
Big house, mowed lawn
No lease, owned cars
Straight work, I'm my own boss
[Hook]
Blue Ice,
Things never looked this nice
[Verse 1]
It's the life we live, it's the price we pay
400 a zip, imperial rose
Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,
Vow to never break your heart or a promise
I got us
Ain't a show off, just being honest
You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em
Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars
Other bitches you heard about em
But you're moving forward and never backwards
Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice
Love to role play, you studying to be an actress
What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through
Maybe we can all get faded
And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it
Self made G millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement,
Face it
Now you drunk and your heart's racin
[Hook]
Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle
Girl you look good, you remind me of a model
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle
Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
The money come in, the money go
The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes
So I keep it G, continually stack this paper
While all them bitches chase me
Won't be a ?? safety
Bitch can't hold her self down
Then she bound to drizz out
We party in Vegas, Smokin'
Pina Colada papers
Travel the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit
Can probably make you leave your man
For first class living, taking pictures in the sand
100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan
So you rollin' if you know like I know
Them niggas don't go where I go
Gangsta
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ok
Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you
I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you
Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you
No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you
All wins, No loss
Big house, mowed lawn
No lease, owned cars
Straight work, I'm my own boss
[Hook]
Good Dank lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yea........ten steps ahead of these niggas, thats y they fuck wit me instead of these niggas..fool,
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BEATCHH...germ on the boards,
This time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin...
Champagne and e-z widers....presidential view
[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick,
Bong raps I kicks all cant rips this off tag on your matress fool,
You rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly
Luis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus cant distguise
So y keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame smoke some good wit a a cuple of niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella
Your bitch here twistin up like propellas
Got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous,
[Chorus]
When we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flick this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
[Verse 2]
Most of my bitches use and abuse these niggas callin em makin em pay they dues
Spendin all your hard earned money on bags and shoes when all they need is kush and orange juice
Shit thats what I feed em, they download my songs watch my interviews and read em,
Treat her like u love her I fuck her once then I dont need her,
I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty,
I aint on a sports team but ya nigga ballin, dont pick up my line less I see its money callin,
Jordan shorts by the pair and my sox is ralph lauren, and I got that dank from my nigga down new orleans,
Real as they come everyone of my niggas all in,
Niggas'll talk slick but me I'm gettin to the paper cuz they see us and act like they never hated
[Chorus]
Where we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats y we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flips this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
... taylor gang in this bitch....e you a fool, big bags of kush, put a x in the middle, add the orange juice nigga...
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BEATCHH...germ on the boards,
This time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin...
Champagne and e-z widers....presidential view
[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick,
Bong raps I kicks all cant rips this off tag on your matress fool,
You rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly
Luis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus cant distguise
So y keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame smoke some good wit a a cuple of niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella
Your bitch here twistin up like propellas
Got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous,
[Chorus]
When we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flick this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
[Verse 2]
Most of my bitches use and abuse these niggas callin em makin em pay they dues
Spendin all your hard earned money on bags and shoes when all they need is kush and orange juice
Shit thats what I feed em, they download my songs watch my interviews and read em,
Treat her like u love her I fuck her once then I dont need her,
I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty,
I aint on a sports team but ya nigga ballin, dont pick up my line less I see its money callin,
Jordan shorts by the pair and my sox is ralph lauren, and I got that dank from my nigga down new orleans,
Real as they come everyone of my niggas all in,
Niggas'll talk slick but me I'm gettin to the paper cuz they see us and act like they never hated
[Chorus]
Where we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats y we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flips this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
... taylor gang in this bitch....e you a fool, big bags of kush, put a x in the middle, add the orange juice nigga...
Skit 3 lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
It's ya boy Mr. Easy Rider
Coming to you live on W.E.E.D.
And right now we got some Guerrilla pimpin shit
You know we highway pimpin these hoes
That's state to state fool
What chu know bout it?
Matter Fact
If you on a highway right now,
And a bitch owe you money
I need you to turn this shit up, roll you a nice joint, and check your paper fool
And this shit right here, is my nigga Big K.R.I.T.
Curren$y Tha hot Spitta
Yea
And my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Coming to you live on W.E.E.D.
And right now we got some Guerrilla pimpin shit
You know we highway pimpin these hoes
That's state to state fool
What chu know bout it?
Matter Fact
If you on a highway right now,
And a bitch owe you money
I need you to turn this shit up, roll you a nice joint, and check your paper fool
And this shit right here, is my nigga Big K.R.I.T.
Curren$y Tha hot Spitta
Yea
And my man, Young Wiz Khalifa
Glass House lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus (x2):]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't sup than you can fucked get your ass out.
[Verse]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby
But I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused
With one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them.
Under they breath mumbling.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in that position.
I chill with all that baller fishing
You fucked around and you caught a shark.
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder coated
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking?
I'm focused to growing they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from them.
They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they going to bank something, ain't fronting.
Smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us
Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust.
This bottle smell is obvious
Than my connect come from cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big Jane twisting
Walking how I talk it bitch that's Pittsburgh pimping.
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored
Fifth? Fifth? Really made a
Killing with the bumper grill
Chandelier ceiling plush leaning
Is you fucking, is you sucking
I was wondering cause if not
Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless
Unless you cutting. Bitch I'm just saying
I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
Troy shaking knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I fuck them all
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.
Mississippi Pimp mouth piece frigid
Dolemite out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty
[Chorus]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't sup than you can fucked get your ass out.
[Verse]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby
But I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused
With one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them.
Under they breath mumbling.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in that position.
I chill with all that baller fishing
You fucked around and you caught a shark.
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder coated
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking?
I'm focused to growing they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucker!
[Chorus]
Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from them.
They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they going to bank something, ain't fronting.
Smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us
Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust.
This bottle smell is obvious
Than my connect come from cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big Jane twisting
Walking how I talk it bitch that's Pittsburgh pimping.
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored
Fifth? Fifth? Really made a
Killing with the bumper grill
Chandelier ceiling plush leaning
Is you fucking, is you sucking
I was wondering cause if not
Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless
Unless you cutting. Bitch I'm just saying
I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
Troy shaking knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I fuck them all
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.
Mississippi Pimp mouth piece frigid
Dolemite out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty
[Chorus]
Outro lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
I'ma uh
More places than I've ever been
More money than I could ever spend
More hotels than I could ever rent
More bitches than I could ever sleep... with
More faces than I could ever know
More weed than I could ever blow
More fans from grow a every show
And we go...
I'm so high, so high...
Oh oh off the glow, glow...
No one pulling me down, me down..
Smoking, smoking...
Chilling, chilling...
Up at the top of the world, the world...
Oh oh off the glow
No one pulling me down, me down...
Growing, growing...
We're cheating, cheating
Somebody dreaming
But you just living
More places than I've ever been
More money than I could ever spend
More hotels than I could ever rent
More bitches than I could ever sleep... with
More faces than I could ever know
More weed than I could ever blow
More fans from grow a every show
And we go...
I'm so high, so high...
Oh oh off the glow, glow...
No one pulling me down, me down..
Smoking, smoking...
Chilling, chilling...
Up at the top of the world, the world...
Oh oh off the glow
No one pulling me down, me down...
Growing, growing...
We're cheating, cheating
Somebody dreaming
But you just living
Supply lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Nesby Phips)
[Verse 1: Nesby Phips]
Bone Snaps and crane kicks, divine intervention I was put here to change shit.
? Draped up in the same fit,
been rockin it for days now and will until the pay stop.
See there's no dinner or winner for second place huh?
Yea that what I figure so I handle my business.
Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer.
Then I, Master my role as my plan unfold.
Right moves, make sure the left hand don't know.
Words from a wiser predecessor: Never let up.
I know how to spot a fool cuz he never shut up.
If you speak it, you don't know it. You know it, you don't speak it.
Can't feel me if you put your vertebrae on the speakers.
See it got to be, and your nine on ya.
I got higher than Chong on bongs in California.
Catch me in your in local cool spots cata corner?
Virgins to the herb frown at that aroma.
For those inquisitive, scoot closer to Phips a bit.
I invite you to get higher than what you've experienced.
[Chorus:]
Um, There's some who think they smoke, but We stay Higher.
And some think they get fly, but We get Flyer.
They lookin for the Planes, We done cruised right by ya.
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say Noooo. (Nooo)
It's everywhere We goooo.
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Woke up in the mornin'
some ashes in the sink, couple drinks we was pourin' in.
My niggas sleep, bitches rollin weed while I'm Yawnin'.
It's just a routine after a night of performin'.
I turn the hotel into a Polo Party.
Makin' them eggs with cheese, let 'em smoke so much weed.
Them hoes think we in the '70s.
Big Dog, better pedigree.
She in this king size bed with me.
Give her space boy, Let her breathe.
And I mean that technically,
roll up the trees, like my weed grown medically.
Less of the seeds, Niggas still got the hatin' disease,
when actually they know.
bite or bark, fight or heart
Imma keep rollin' trees nigga, light or spark.
Taylor in my walk, karate in my Talk.
Now that's gangsta.
[Chorus:]
Um, There's some who think they smoke, but We stay Higher.
And some think they get fly, but We get Flyer.
They lookin for the Planes, We done cruised right by ya.
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say Noooo. (Noooo)
It's everywhere We goooo.
Bone Snaps and crane kicks, divine intervention I was put here to change shit.
? Draped up in the same fit,
been rockin it for days now and will until the pay stop.
See there's no dinner or winner for second place huh?
Yea that what I figure so I handle my business.
Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer.
Then I, Master my role as my plan unfold.
Right moves, make sure the left hand don't know.
Words from a wiser predecessor: Never let up.
I know how to spot a fool cuz he never shut up.
If you speak it, you don't know it. You know it, you don't speak it.
Can't feel me if you put your vertebrae on the speakers.
See it got to be, and your nine on ya.
I got higher than Chong on bongs in California.
Catch me in your in local cool spots cata corner?
Virgins to the herb frown at that aroma.
For those inquisitive, scoot closer to Phips a bit.
I invite you to get higher than what you've experienced.
[Chorus:]
Um, There's some who think they smoke, but We stay Higher.
And some think they get fly, but We get Flyer.
They lookin for the Planes, We done cruised right by ya.
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say Noooo. (Nooo)
It's everywhere We goooo.
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Woke up in the mornin'
some ashes in the sink, couple drinks we was pourin' in.
My niggas sleep, bitches rollin weed while I'm Yawnin'.
It's just a routine after a night of performin'.
I turn the hotel into a Polo Party.
Makin' them eggs with cheese, let 'em smoke so much weed.
Them hoes think we in the '70s.
Big Dog, better pedigree.
She in this king size bed with me.
Give her space boy, Let her breathe.
And I mean that technically,
roll up the trees, like my weed grown medically.
Less of the seeds, Niggas still got the hatin' disease,
when actually they know.
bite or bark, fight or heart
Imma keep rollin' trees nigga, light or spark.
Taylor in my walk, karate in my Talk.
Now that's gangsta.
[Chorus:]
Um, There's some who think they smoke, but We stay Higher.
And some think they get fly, but We get Flyer.
They lookin for the Planes, We done cruised right by ya.
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say Noooo. (Noooo)
It's everywhere We goooo.
Chewy lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Yeahhh!
That's exactly what I tell these hoes,
(?) type a brotha,
Fly head to toe. (WOO!)
I gotta lot of swag,
Need a professional.
And get this doggy bag,
Just I'm head to go.
Yeah I rappin,
All the hoes wanna sing to me.
Do a couple things to me.
Make her bring the team to me. (Team to me.)
I don't wanna fuck. (Nope!)
It might seem rude. (It might.)
A little attitude,
Probably gotta mean chew (Wow!)
You a bad bitch,
With a couple bad friends.
I could let you rock the mic,
She could do the ad libs. (Do the ad libs)
They say I'm aggin,
Nah home, I'm gettin paid. (Get money!)
Shine while I'm young,
Balls in the shade. (Shade.)
So ya best, best hop your ass in the ling. (Ling.)
Fix your doobie up, (Up!)
And start to chew me up. (Up!)
You wanna screw me, what? (What?)
Fuck your old man. (Man.)
Gettin top notch, with no hangers. (Nah!)
Two!
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm all up here cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
A good night.
And that's exactly what I tell the bitch, (Beetch!)
Ain't got the time to easy your mind,
I'm on some other shit. (Sheett!)
Know what you're fuckin with? (What?)
A young star, baby!
Ever met a nigga like me? (Nope!)
Not at all, baby. (Yeahhh!)
A coach player,
I could show you how to ball, baby. (Baby.)
And live today,
Cause I ain't worried about tomorrow, baby. (Nah!)
You heard my song, (Like my songs?)
You seen my face around, (Round.)
So now it's you and me,
So take this good weed and break it down. (Break it down.)
Spot boppers,
Shawty talkin bout skating now. (Now.)
And given brains,
Let me know just what she thinkin bout. (Wow!)
Burning trees,
Courtesy of my Jamaican pal. (Pal.)
Gettin all this money,
With all these honeys I could make em pout. (Make em pout.)
Now I could make you smile, (Smile.)
Or I can make you moan. (Moan.)
Turn you into my number one fan if I take you home. (Take you home. )
Want me to break you off? (Break ya off?)
I'm thinking more about the money, (Money!)
The money's what I'm thinking about. (Thinkin bout.)
Hey.
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm all up here cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
Good night.
This the prince.
Two! Two!
Yep.
Two! Two! Two!
This the 4-1-2-0.
Say!
Twooo. Twooo.
Yeahhh!
Sing.
Twooo. Twooo.
Ohh.
Friendly lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curren$y)
[Curren$y:]
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling
Got a low rise in Venice
Mami you got the vision and I see it HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance, don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
Bottles pop, back to back
Extra large chronic sack
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at
With it
I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up in a minute
[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Listen, if you with it, get in
What you sipping
Hit it out of the park
That's if you pitching
First you look at me wrong
Like uh uh, no he didn't
Then you turn into rubbing on me
You start to give in, get it
By the beach, watching tennis
Crack another bottle of Perignon
Louis V carry-ons when you visit
Sending all them singles in your sidekick sentence
Then I reply like be there in a minute
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list
The weed come from a village
Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
We lighting reefer bumping 808's & heartbreaks
Skinny broad but out them jeans she got a heart shape
Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race
And let you bet it all keep the winnings
Young entrepreneur give you the business, dig it (Yeah)
[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling
Got a low rise in Venice
Mami you got the vision and I see it HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance, don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
Bottles pop, back to back
Extra large chronic sack
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at
With it
I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up in a minute
[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Listen, if you with it, get in
What you sipping
Hit it out of the park
That's if you pitching
First you look at me wrong
Like uh uh, no he didn't
Then you turn into rubbing on me
You start to give in, get it
By the beach, watching tennis
Crack another bottle of Perignon
Louis V carry-ons when you visit
Sending all them singles in your sidekick sentence
Then I reply like be there in a minute
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list
The weed come from a village
Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
We lighting reefer bumping 808's & heartbreaks
Skinny broad but out them jeans she got a heart shape
Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race
And let you bet it all keep the winnings
Young entrepreneur give you the business, dig it (Yeah)
[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)
Goodbye lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Johnny Juliano)
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
I'ma go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
I'ma go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
I worked for everything I own
Dare a nigga try and take it
Take 300 on the frames
Just from blocking out you haters
Swear they're in my way
They in my rear view mirror
If a nigga act stupid
I'ma let him get his issue
Everything designer
And my back seat's reclining
Got a thing for looking good
And blowing money like it's tissue
But niggaz see you eating
Get to starving for a plate
Well, you don't give it when they hate
That's why my niggas keep a biscuit
It's no gimmick
I talk it how I live it
So when a nigga cross the finish
Gotta push it to the limit
Got a mom and little sister
I plan on taking care of
Lost my uncle this year
Couple niggas in the system
So I roll
No telling where I'm landing
But I know something
That I'm going towards the money
I can see you niggas slacking
Everyday I'm on my job
Yung Khalifa going hard
Till the I'm last man standing
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Got my eyes on this money
And some good weed burning
Buying from ya, you got it grand
Going hard is not an option
Now these niggas acting jealous
'Cause they feel like they ain't shining
And they little shit stop
When it's big shit popping
??
Gotta keep it in my system
60 box of Cigarellos
'Cause I blow it by the onion
Pack up some dollar bills
Send some paper to my younging
'Cause he just like Steve Francis
He be playing with them rockets
Whipping on the wheel
Got my peddle to the medal
'Bout to hit another city
Ain't no point of getting settled
Straight onto the plane
Ain't been home in so long
You think it's my cologne
But it's money that you smelling
Eyes like my father
Can't stand my older brother
Got some niggas doing years
'Cause of funny niggas telling
Nigga, I'ma be grinding
Till the day that I expire
I've been running through the batch
Till I'm the last man standing
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
I'ma go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
I'ma go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
I worked for everything I own
Dare a nigga try and take it
Take 300 on the frames
Just from blocking out you haters
Swear they're in my way
They in my rear view mirror
If a nigga act stupid
I'ma let him get his issue
Everything designer
And my back seat's reclining
Got a thing for looking good
And blowing money like it's tissue
But niggaz see you eating
Get to starving for a plate
Well, you don't give it when they hate
That's why my niggas keep a biscuit
It's no gimmick
I talk it how I live it
So when a nigga cross the finish
Gotta push it to the limit
Got a mom and little sister
I plan on taking care of
Lost my uncle this year
Couple niggas in the system
So I roll
No telling where I'm landing
But I know something
That I'm going towards the money
I can see you niggas slacking
Everyday I'm on my job
Yung Khalifa going hard
Till the I'm last man standing
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Got my eyes on this money
And some good weed burning
Buying from ya, you got it grand
Going hard is not an option
Now these niggas acting jealous
'Cause they feel like they ain't shining
And they little shit stop
When it's big shit popping
??
Gotta keep it in my system
60 box of Cigarellos
'Cause I blow it by the onion
Pack up some dollar bills
Send some paper to my younging
'Cause he just like Steve Francis
He be playing with them rockets
Whipping on the wheel
Got my peddle to the medal
'Bout to hit another city
Ain't no point of getting settled
Straight onto the plane
Ain't been home in so long
You think it's my cologne
But it's money that you smelling
Eyes like my father
Can't stand my older brother
Got some niggas doing years
'Cause of funny niggas telling
Nigga, I'ma be grinding
Till the day that I expire
I've been running through the batch
Till I'm the last man standing
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Hit Tha Flo lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' [x4]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeaaaaaaaa Bitch. You know what it is. It's Wizzle man.
Taylor Gang or die. Heavy Hustle in this bitch. Yea. (hahaha) Yup. Yea.
[Verse 1:]
The way lil' shorty go I'm tryna think where I should take her
Watch her hit tha flo, I'm out here spending all this paper
Bought some cigarillos yeah I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good well shit I wanna meet your maker
Take her, to my home, Say hello to my neighbors
She my biggest fan, I see her man just tryna save her
Put it in her mouth, and now my taste she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me, but can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's, Mac-11 with the lazer
Mami keep on shaking it like she a salt shaker
Hand on the ground, everybody around.
[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' [x4]
[Wiz Khalifa:] Yea. Yea
[Verse 2:]
Hey A lot of niggas hate, but all the bitches wanna do me
Wizzle L. Jackson, Yeah my life is like a movie
Heavy Hustle Gang, Swisher Sweets with the jacuzzi
Probably fucked your girl, you don't like it nigga sue me
Shawty from the hood, but in the club she actin' booshie
Body like a centerfold, Boy look at that loody! {Taylor Gang word for booty}
My ink got her gone, Wanting to know who tattoos me
Head game right, Just said she'd like to ride (Yeah)
DJ play my song, When it come on she gets excited
Before I leave the club, I'll put her number in my sidekick
Swagger on some different shit, She tell me that she like it
Watch her break it down, I ain't playin' around.
[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo [x4]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' [x4]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Yeaaaaaaaa Bitch. You know what it is. It's Wizzle man.
Taylor Gang or die. Heavy Hustle in this bitch. Yea. (hahaha) Yup. Yea.
[Verse 1:]
The way lil' shorty go I'm tryna think where I should take her
Watch her hit tha flo, I'm out here spending all this paper
Bought some cigarillos yeah I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good well shit I wanna meet your maker
Take her, to my home, Say hello to my neighbors
She my biggest fan, I see her man just tryna save her
Put it in her mouth, and now my taste she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me, but can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's, Mac-11 with the lazer
Mami keep on shaking it like she a salt shaker
Hand on the ground, everybody around.
[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' [x4]
[Wiz Khalifa:] Yea. Yea
[Verse 2:]
Hey A lot of niggas hate, but all the bitches wanna do me
Wizzle L. Jackson, Yeah my life is like a movie
Heavy Hustle Gang, Swisher Sweets with the jacuzzi
Probably fucked your girl, you don't like it nigga sue me
Shawty from the hood, but in the club she actin' booshie
Body like a centerfold, Boy look at that loody! {Taylor Gang word for booty}
My ink got her gone, Wanting to know who tattoos me
Head game right, Just said she'd like to ride (Yeah)
DJ play my song, When it come on she gets excited
Before I leave the club, I'll put her number in my sidekick
Swagger on some different shit, She tell me that she like it
Watch her break it down, I ain't playin' around.
[Chorus:]
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo [x4]
Lose Control lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
[Intro:]
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Yeah... Yeah... It's Young Kha... (Khalifa!)
Man... Man... Man... It's Young Khalifa Man!
Man... Man... Man... TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
She don't know me, but I know her
I met plenty of her type before
Love a nigga with a fancy car
Live your life like a movie star
Got a thing for expensive clothing
Fuck with it if it's frozen
You got it all
And worry 'bout a thing, no not at all
The music was on, had that sour smoke in the air
Her nigga was jockin, I told her 'come over here'
To my section, he make sure the runway is clear
Then we take off, leave the extra baggage girl so we can float on
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
I'm vibing, you vibing
I roll while you driving
You tired of them lames,
Saying your recline never change
Now you out flying with the planes
[singing: Wiz Khalifa]
So what if they're watching us?
I hope that they're watching us
They could see what I see
Girl what you do to me
Now don't try to talk to us
But No there's no stopping us
It's hard to unlock you?
The ho's that you got, on... on... on me
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[fade til end]
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Yeah... Yeah... It's Young Kha... (Khalifa!)
Man... Man... Man... It's Young Khalifa Man!
Man... Man... Man... TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
She don't know me, but I know her
I met plenty of her type before
Love a nigga with a fancy car
Live your life like a movie star
Got a thing for expensive clothing
Fuck with it if it's frozen
You got it all
And worry 'bout a thing, no not at all
The music was on, had that sour smoke in the air
Her nigga was jockin, I told her 'come over here'
To my section, he make sure the runway is clear
Then we take off, leave the extra baggage girl so we can float on
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
I'm vibing, you vibing
I roll while you driving
You tired of them lames,
Saying your recline never change
Now you out flying with the planes
[singing: Wiz Khalifa]
So what if they're watching us?
I hope that they're watching us
They could see what I see
Girl what you do to me
Now don't try to talk to us
But No there's no stopping us
It's hard to unlock you?
The ho's that you got, on... on... on me
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[fade til end]
Moola & The Guap lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Lavish & L.C.)
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what need boy ya want it
that nigga price high, mine cheap so they love it
do it big shake them off and these haters wish I wasn't
all about my chavo my guap keep keep it commin
who you foolin boy I does it your girl said she loves it
pocket full of guap and that moola keep it commin
heavy hustle, rostrum records on it big man its nothin
cigarillo full o dat rain man I call her fresh puffin
its its its smellin super bad, call me MC puffin
spit that thing in oven turn it up and make muffins
money commin up that moola and the green
money commin in I chop it up between my team
I'm a star in the air, doin big things
why you think your lady stare I'm stuntin like a stunna do
fresh when i want to, do my shit in front of you
money everywhere look dumbie right in front of you
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
Yeahhhh... I'm fresh up of the plane I hit the town straight from tourin
I don't run up and down the court but u can say I'm ballin
the moneys not a problem so you know they goin hate
when they see them yellow diamonds you should see them hoes face
imma need a whole case hit the club and pop them bottles
in it with my thugs spendin dubs like no tomorrow
I make a lot of chavo and meet a lot of bust downs
saw me in the club once shawty got a crush now
don't got the time got a line of sexy women
wanna fuck the team cuz they seen how we be spendin
rock expensive linen ya that baggy shit is finished
when you gettin money, everything is fitted
listen this is nothin close to most of you nigga's weirdo's
my swagga on one followed by a zero zero
I got up in her ear hole she hopped up in my seats
told her ride with a g if you like what you see
cuz I..
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what cha need, a blunt for ya trees
a lot o pipe for all that you got stuffed in them jeans
my ride got screens, I'm high got leans
but I don't sip purple I smoke a lot of green
300 dolla jeans, tight white tee
I look at you and tell you to get right like me
and check your main broad because she might like me
waitin for the right timin and tonight might be
--annhaa--
she say she want a nigga with that moola and that guap
they see me i don't have to say shit to em bro they flop
and as for all them hatin niggas, oh i got em hot
they recognize that I'm on number two and ain't gon stop (two)
I rep my city (city), floodin my p (p)
them airy yellow diamonds lookin like my chain peed (wow)
a pocket fulla dollas my nigga I gang green (yup)
so if your bout your money boy I'm bout the same thing (yea)
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need.
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what need boy ya want it
that nigga price high, mine cheap so they love it
do it big shake them off and these haters wish I wasn't
all about my chavo my guap keep keep it commin
who you foolin boy I does it your girl said she loves it
pocket full of guap and that moola keep it commin
heavy hustle, rostrum records on it big man its nothin
cigarillo full o dat rain man I call her fresh puffin
its its its smellin super bad, call me MC puffin
spit that thing in oven turn it up and make muffins
money commin up that moola and the green
money commin in I chop it up between my team
I'm a star in the air, doin big things
why you think your lady stare I'm stuntin like a stunna do
fresh when i want to, do my shit in front of you
money everywhere look dumbie right in front of you
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
Yeahhhh... I'm fresh up of the plane I hit the town straight from tourin
I don't run up and down the court but u can say I'm ballin
the moneys not a problem so you know they goin hate
when they see them yellow diamonds you should see them hoes face
imma need a whole case hit the club and pop them bottles
in it with my thugs spendin dubs like no tomorrow
I make a lot of chavo and meet a lot of bust downs
saw me in the club once shawty got a crush now
don't got the time got a line of sexy women
wanna fuck the team cuz they seen how we be spendin
rock expensive linen ya that baggy shit is finished
when you gettin money, everything is fitted
listen this is nothin close to most of you nigga's weirdo's
my swagga on one followed by a zero zero
I got up in her ear hole she hopped up in my seats
told her ride with a g if you like what you see
cuz I..
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what cha need, a blunt for ya trees
a lot o pipe for all that you got stuffed in them jeans
my ride got screens, I'm high got leans
but I don't sip purple I smoke a lot of green
300 dolla jeans, tight white tee
I look at you and tell you to get right like me
and check your main broad because she might like me
waitin for the right timin and tonight might be
--annhaa--
she say she want a nigga with that moola and that guap
they see me i don't have to say shit to em bro they flop
and as for all them hatin niggas, oh i got em hot
they recognize that I'm on number two and ain't gon stop (two)
I rep my city (city), floodin my p (p)
them airy yellow diamonds lookin like my chain peed (wow)
a pocket fulla dollas my nigga I gang green (yup)
so if your bout your money boy I'm bout the same thing (yea)
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need.
Studio Lovin' lyrics - Wiz Khalifa
Girl let me take you to my studio
Give you everything you want and need
Lay you flat like a piano
If you let me stroke your keys
You going be saying things you never said
Matter fact you going be playing melodies you never played
We aint' in no bed,
We in the lab
And I'm reclining in my seat
You can just climb on top of me and ride me like this beat
You say you need this (loving)
Well imma grab your wasteline,
And if you like it deep,
I could hit you with that baseline
I aint' tryin to waste time
For me and your sake
Plus I'm payin for this session
I need more than one take
I make the boards shake like how I'm suppose to
I'll have you sounding good
Lil ma, I got them pro tunes
Now you in the mood
I got you doing this and tryin that
Beating in your drum
While I'm playing with your high hat
You like that
Soo you dont want to, I just make you do it
Got you in love, cuz when we fuck its like we making music, go n' lose it
[Chorus]
I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things that I can see me doing to you.
Up in my studio oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa.
You say you probably work tomorrow, you can make it though,
And even thought there's probably other places we can go,
We in my studio, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa
And no, it aint gonn stop
I keep this song on replay
Puttin all them scratches on my back
I'm like go dj
Be my guitar
I'll pluck your g-string
Pull it to the side
Imma make them vocals drop
I'm gripin on your thighs
We tangled like some cables
From the front look in your eyes
Then I turn you like some pables
No you fiendin for this (loving)
That's what you gonn get
And I cant sing,but I see you
And know I'm gonn hit,yeaa
Lets do the verses now
Worry about the beat later
Heard you be going off that head
You dont need paper
Play you an e-major, a-minor
Girl your rythym straight
And I say you got great timing
Feel your heart rate climbing
Like when my speakers quake
More than a qruayer straight
You got that 8-o-a
You say you cant
But I do something that just make you do it
Me and you dont fuck
We make music, yeaa
[Chorus]
I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things that I can see me doing to you.
Up in my studio oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa.
You say you probably work tomorrow, you can make it though,
And even thought there's probably other places we can go,
We in my studio, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa
Give you everything you want and need
Lay you flat like a piano
If you let me stroke your keys
You going be saying things you never said
Matter fact you going be playing melodies you never played
We aint' in no bed,
We in the lab
And I'm reclining in my seat
You can just climb on top of me and ride me like this beat
You say you need this (loving)
Well imma grab your wasteline,
And if you like it deep,
I could hit you with that baseline
I aint' tryin to waste time
For me and your sake
Plus I'm payin for this session
I need more than one take
I make the boards shake like how I'm suppose to
I'll have you sounding good
Lil ma, I got them pro tunes
Now you in the mood
I got you doing this and tryin that
Beating in your drum
While I'm playing with your high hat
You like that
Soo you dont want to, I just make you do it
Got you in love, cuz when we fuck its like we making music, go n' lose it
[Chorus]
I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things that I can see me doing to you.
Up in my studio oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa.
You say you probably work tomorrow, you can make it though,
And even thought there's probably other places we can go,
We in my studio, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa
And no, it aint gonn stop
I keep this song on replay
Puttin all them scratches on my back
I'm like go dj
Be my guitar
I'll pluck your g-string
Pull it to the side
Imma make them vocals drop
I'm gripin on your thighs
We tangled like some cables
From the front look in your eyes
Then I turn you like some pables
No you fiendin for this (loving)
That's what you gonn get
And I cant sing,but I see you
And know I'm gonn hit,yeaa
Lets do the verses now
Worry about the beat later
Heard you be going off that head
You dont need paper
Play you an e-major, a-minor
Girl your rythym straight
And I say you got great timing
Feel your heart rate climbing
Like when my speakers quake
More than a qruayer straight
You got that 8-o-a
You say you cant
But I do something that just make you do it
Me and you dont fuck
We make music, yeaa
[Chorus]
I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things that I can see me doing to you.
Up in my studio oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa.
You say you probably work tomorrow, you can make it though,
And even thought there's probably other places we can go,
We in my studio, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa
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