No Gain lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q & Nas)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You And Your Friends lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Snoop Dogg & Ty Dolla Sign)

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

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

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

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

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

On Me lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Jeezy)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

mixtape: 28 Grams (2014)



















 

Aw Shit lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 It's about time right?

Where's the 'dro?

Drama Wiz

Count 'em up bitch

28 Grams


You know I stay high

I pull up in my ride

Shades so dark that you can't see my eyes

Smoking on loud, blowing on clouds

Just did a show but don't know the amount

Taking your bitch if you're leaving her out

You niggas so broke, you so homie the Clown

There she go over there

Other hoes don't compare

Throw them 1's in the air

Throw them 1's in the air

Kk with hash, a nigga with cash

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

She give me good brain, she ahead of her class

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


Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'

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

Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


I roll one, I roll two

One for me, one for you

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

No where to go, so much to blow

Keepin' it private so nobody know

Doing your thing when you slide down the pole

Give you a drink, you get out of control

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

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

Shots of that gin, her and a friend

We leave the club then I'm goin' in

Soon as I'm done, we do it again


Baddest bitch in the club, gon' work somethin'

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

Aww shit, don't hurt nothin'

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Welcome back

All hail Trap Wiz

Boy Drama

Pittsburgh, what's up?

Something's life and life is living!

Fucking awesome, yeah!

Hehehe, 28 grams

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

It's an ounce of weed, preferably

Maan lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Is it recording?

Love is life, and life is living

Fuckin' awesome, yeah!


I smoked the whole damn pound

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

Eyes closed, I won't come down

Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts


Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed

A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent

Just cause you up in this bitch

Don't mean you gon' hit this shit

You better roll somethin'

Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'

Tryna O.D. on THC

Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound

Smoke the whole thing up in the week

Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker

Smoke it to the face

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

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

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

We mobbin'


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

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin

Snakes in the grass keep mowin'

Ass so fat, look swollen

Another city, state gotta show in

Another airport gotta go in

Reason why you hate, I'm knowin

Niggas got too much hoein'

I keep rollin' up

Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen

They don't understand what I'm doin'

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

Been through New York and London and Paris and back

South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack

Rollin' up bats

Go on, get a bong, get a match

Everybody get along, get attached

Get a song, get a biatch

What he say, every dog need a cat

Potheads need a joint to relax

G pen full of wax

10 Rolled cone joints, really fast

No sticks no seeds in the bag

Got reason to brag

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

Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag

Little bitch, we mobbin'


Nigga, we mobbing, we mobbing, shit!

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbing


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let'R lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Fresh outta that

Back to the trap

808 Mafia

808

Metro Boomin want some more nigga?


Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her


Uh, Whole lotta Kush, whole lotta cars

Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash

Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spots

Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot

And it ain't gonna stop

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas got (all in)

My niggas came (up in here)

My niggas came (up in here)

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

Your niggas ain't (ballin')

That's why your bitch want

(A real nigga to call in)


Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her


Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind

Tryna find out where I'm going

Your girl's figured out what I'm driving

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

Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low

You ain't on Instagram taking pictures

Tryna make the best of the moment

Parents don't know and your boss might kill ya

Man these hoes so familiar

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

Like the ho from the Clippers

Laid up watchin' movies in my Bathing Ape slippers

I got all this

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

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

As I called it

(Your bitch want me, whoa

Aw man, shit, aye! 28 grams nigga)

And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit

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

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

Young Khalifa man, all on the walls


Hey, I fuck her once, forget her

I pull up and upset em

Smoke kush, it make me feel better

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her

Your bitch choosin', just let her


Hahahahaha

Oh my god

Hahahahaha

James Bong lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 It's very clear

Ribbit

In it

Get it


James Bong I'm on a mission

Bruce Lee the way I kick it

Tiger Woods the way I hit it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Ah, you niggas finished

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


I'm cooking up, I'm cooking up

I'm in the kitchen

I make it flip, I make it flip

Just like a gymnast

I mix it up, I mix it up

Just like a chemist

You niggas know that I'm the realest

I'm with my squad and we the illest

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

That bitch she on it, yeah she gifted

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

I swear to god I be going hard

You would think part of my job is driving foreign cars

I'll be in it till I win it

Y'all could start it, I'mma finish


James Bong I'm on a mission

Bruce Lee the way I kick it

Tiger Woods the way I hit it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Look how I whip it, how I whip it

Ah, you niggas finished

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

What Iss Hittin lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Yeah, yeah yeah

Bet the money make her backflip

Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet

Keep saying that she gotta man

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

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

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Ho... what iss hittin' for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?


Walked up in this bitch like "Woow"

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

Cheese like an old man

You rolling round with a broke man

Quit rolling with them broke niggas

Start riding round with a rich nigga

Start riding round with a nigga that's rich

Lifestyle of my niggas that's rich

Got a Rolex on my wrist

I ride for my niggas that's it

Woo... you rolling round round me

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

I got niggas in my clique

And they down for anythang

They gon' bang, they gon' bang

They gon' let that choppa rang

Fuck what you saying, I ride for my gang

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

Yeah, yeah, damn


Yeah, yeah yeah

Bet the money make her backflip

Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet

Keep saying that she gotta man

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

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

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Ho... what iss hittin' for?

Ho, what iss hittin?

Ho, what iss hittin' for?

Pure lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

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

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation


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

This that Kush we call it California Grass man

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

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

I be smoking all the time they call me ganja man

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

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

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

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

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

Even used to get in trouble with the teacher man

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

I be teaching bitches how to clear the bong man

All these plants you would think I was a farmer man

Eyes low, blowing smoke, need a driver man

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


You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

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

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation


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

I be smoking hella grass like I'm Bob man

I be rolling hella weed up to his songs man

I be chiefing all day like Cheech and Chong man

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

I be hoping that my locks is getting long man

Even went really hard with the wax man

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

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

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

Smoke so much you would think I was an island man

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

Got so much OG Kush I could pile it man

On the boat I get high like a pilot man

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

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


You gotta know you break it down and roll one

We like to smoke it for the medication

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

It's the perfect kind of meditation

It's the perfect kind of meditation

Get That Zip Off lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Uh, what is you saying? My money insane

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

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

That weed is so good that it stick to my hand

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

Bought a few packs so they throw a few in

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

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

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off


I was smoking trees at the party acting gnarly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It ain't nothin' to get that tip off

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

It ain't nothing to knock your clique off

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


It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

28 grams in a Ziploc

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off


Got one rolled up, you should roll one too

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

What time? What place? Drink gin, no chase

First time all out, next time call us


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off

28 grams in a Ziploc

It ain't nothin' to get that zip off


(Laughing) 28 grams nigga

The fuck you wanna do nigga?

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

Fuck wrong with you?

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

Fuck wrong with you niggas man

We do it big over here man, Taylor Gang

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

Weed's legal there, so that's sweet

Y'll niggas smoke like two joints a day

And you talkin' bout you gettin' high motherfucker

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

We ain't abusing it, we using it


Foreign lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 I get it back, that's why I blow it

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

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

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga


Porsche, Maserati, or a (what?)

Damn, brand new Ferrari or a... Lambo

Nigga got bread

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

That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur

I be sparkin' in that Aston-Martin

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


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

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

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

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga


Whipin', whippin'

I swear to God I be dippin', dippin'

In that new Murciélago, we ride foreign

Nelly Furtado hit the gas

Hear the tires screechin'

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

I got so many horses

All the hoes say that it's gorgeous

In the air, that's where my doors is


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

Her ass fat, that's why she throw it

Money long like I grow it

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

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a foreign

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Young nigga ridin' in a

(Foreign, foreign, foreign)

Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Young nigga


Incense lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Ooh, oh, and oh

Purps on the beat

No, no, no, no, no, no

Ooh, no, no

Once we smoke, we gotta use them incense, babe

Do my stroke, for real

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

Right


And when we smoke

Oh, we gotta use them incense babe

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

So long, we be burning out them candles girl

Oh, no, no, nooo


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

...You don't text or call!

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


Ride with me, spend time with me

Unwind with me, so I could read

And be on top of me

In front of me

Having fun with me

Girl, for none of me


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

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

Go longer than them candles burn


You want it all? You get it all

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

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

My Toronto girl

Oh, I know you with it

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


And when we smoke, we gotta use them incense babe

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

So long, we be burning out them candles girl

Oh, no, no, nooo


When we smoke, we gotta use them incense, baby

When I stroke, you gone remember my name

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

Uhh, ooohh, uhhh

Samo lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Time keep ticking

The ash from my joint keep flicking

Ball hog, go hard for a living

Still cheese eggs in my kitchen

Still even though we gettin' stoned we still stickin' to the mission

Still take a nigga bitch

Still put a nigga on his feet and make him rich if you fuck wit em

Destiny ain't no luck just a couple niggas with felonies that I grew up with

Aw shit's what they sayin'

The shit we smoke cut through everything that the owners spray

The money coming like every day

But never let this shit control me, fuck what the teacher told me!

Of course that weed I keep it on me

I paint pictures, don't forget to bring a brush for all my niggas

And niggas think they ill when they rap but I'm the sickest

Cus where I'm from its about who go the hardest not the quickest

Little nigga, big engine, big units, big business

Been doin' it, been spendin', me and you a big difference, yeah

Still ridin' in my whip with the old suspension

Grindin' hard like I ain't got the rent, I need every cent


Niggas plottin', niggas climbing

Niggas puttin' overtime in

And no matter where they go

They stay the same

No matter where they go

They stay the same

Jim Brown lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?


Oh!

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga when you see him?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga when a real nigga right and you tryna leave him?

See him around in the club, see him buying out the bar, so the hoes tryna meet him

You can talk and make a nigga pay for it [?] you don't fuck the first night with me either


Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?


She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga

She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas

Told him to me he a little nigga

He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?


Why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't comin' from the right hood?

And why you fuckin' with the nigga if he ain't ballin' like his ass should?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga if you know the nigga money ain't good?


Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

I ain't fuckin' with the niggas

Nope, I ain't fuckin' with the niggas

I ain't fuckin' with the niggas

King of the dope? No!

Damn


Why you fuckin' with those niggas everyday when they ain't got no shit?

Why you fuckin' with them niggas?

I been 'em all, I can tell them niggas ain't lit long


Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?


She ain't fuckin' with a real nigga

She ain't never seen a real nigga better tell them lil niggas

Told him to me he a little nigga

He a little nigga, told me to be a real nigga

Why you with fuckin' with a nigga if he ain't fuckin' with a real nigga?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Why you fuckin' with a nigga, huh?

Up Down lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Berner)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it

Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it

Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face

Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies


Rolling up 'cause that's all that I know

Joint in my hand when I walk through the door

I get money 'cause that's all that I know

My niggas on point, haters already know

I, I found out that it's all that I know

Tryna get high while I'm already stoned

Yeah, bomb weed and its all that I know

Feeling like a boss 'cause it's already rolled up

Go hard 'cause that's all that I know

Get a little money then I throw it on the floor

Girl, champagne I'mma pour a little more

We can smoke cones 'til four in the morning

I roll up, I told 'em roll up, if it ain't KK, fuck nigga hold up

A millionaire and it's all that I know

Probably with your girl getting blown


Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it

Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it

Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face

Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies


[Berner:]

Bring it back, bring it back

Gold ropes and new leather on my coat rack

Four stacks, these dudes hold no pack, throwback

Jerry Rice running gold hat, hold that, I ain't even roll that

Smoke fat on the corner where the blow at

OG from the city, where the SKO at?

Broke boys made they ain't got their ho back

Blow big I'm world-wide touring

I'm in SAC, I just dropped a pack off on foreign

New foreign, new foreign, blue cookies more champagne pouring

Gon' get it, gon' get it girl, got a bitch that will hit the road with it, cold business

Out of town it go up down, we celebrating when it touch down


[Wiz Khalifa:]

Hey I got a joint and I ain't even roll it, here roll it

Boy I got pounds for days, have you seen a nigga blow it

Yeah, blow it, blowing that strong in your face

Prices going up, down, I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Tryna see what's up now, I'mma smoke it all with me and my homies


I roll 'em thicker than a Snicker

Girl drink this liquor

I got game from the bishop

Bust that thing down for Winston

On The Way lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 We on the way! Just know

We on the way! Just know

We on the way! Just know

When the streets get dry, we on the way

It's on the way, it's on the way, it's on the way

They trying to stay, they trying to stay, they trying to stay

Don't be late (Taylor Gang what's up?)

(Metro boomin want some more nigga) D Kelly!

Cannon, Cannon, Cannon


I smoke by the pound and I roll to the face (Hey!)

I go out of town and take it on a plane (Shit! Oh!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said

That pack on the way, that pack on the way (Go, go!)

Man, that pack on the way, that pack on the way (Killem, killem, oh!)

That pack on the way, man that pack on the way (Damn!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said (Go, go!)

That pack on the way, that pack on the way


Said you been smoking a blunt, that was back in the day (Way back!)

I had it, I got it, I roll it then smoke to the face (Yoo!)

I make sure I smoke in the bed cause I smoke every day (Yeah nigga, every day! Ayee!)

I hopped in my ride and I head to another new place (Another one!)

I get on the plane then I'm rocking an animal (Alright get this shit nigga)

Seen the price of my jeans and it ain't understandable (Whoa! Shit)

I rap what you thinking and I'm smoking, I'm drinking

Niggas is sinking, all you little niggas need beatings

So I told 'em, a joint I'ma roll it

Her ass I'ma hold it, and mind I'ma mould it (Mould!)

I came and got chosen, Her man didn't notice

And I be like hold up, don't go no where (Noo!)

Trying to get a photo (Noo!), thats a no-no


I smoke by the pound and I roll to the face (Hey!)

I go out of town and take it on a plane (Shit! Oh!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said

That pack on the way, that pack on the way (Go, go!)

Man, that pack on the way, that pack on the way (Killem, killem, oh!)

That pack on the way, man that pack on the way (Damn!)

They know that I got it, it's all that I said (Go, go!)

That pack on the way, that pack on the way

Word On The Town lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J, Pimp C)

 [Juicy J:]

Yeah, I'm still just hustling, man

I don't know about y'all, it's going down then

You see, I've been doing this shit, so, this shit ain't nothing equal

Let's go


Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke


Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke


[Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa:]

Chop up buzz, we kill this shit

No twenty-twos, no Emmitt Smith

Pulled out on you and let it rip

Killed y'all dogs, like Michael Vick

Yellow tape, first forty eight

Don't give a fuck if they catch a case

Done gunplays in broad daylight

No mask on they barren face

Barren face when we get them

Don't become a victim

Shoulda used his intuition

When I caught him slipping

Open banana peel ass, nigga

We got your number

Put them in the trunk

Treat them like some Louie luggage

Just in case a nigga think he finna take mine

Imma give his ass a clip

Tell the pussy nigga, take five

Real street niggas, get it how they live

Cut that gangsta shit out

'Cause that ain't who you is


[Juicy J:]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke


Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke


[Wiz Khalifa:]

Niggas telling, aw, man, they ain't getting money

How you get caught up for a strap and tell on your homie

Nigga, there's rules to this game and you ain't living by them

Like you don't talk about them drugs, if you really buy them

You don't talk about them goons, if you really got them

And you don't talk about them bodies, if they really dropping

You from where I'm from, you don't do no talking

When the police come, we just change the topic

In my hood niggas really robbing

You get your brains blown off, if you don't use precaution

Take off your head just be like what the cost is

In Pittsburgh it's Taylor Gang and nigga I'm a boss man, uh


[Juicy J:]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches


[Pimp C:]

Jackers in Port Arthur talking 'bout taking mines

If you run up on that Bentley, bitch, your life is on the line

Yeah, bitch, I'm on parole, but that thing in my possession

Ain't gon' be no ho and pimping, ain't gon' be no disrespecting

And I don't owe you niggas shit and I don't need no new buddies

I don't wanna fuck your bitch, cause the ho is too slutty

Jaws too nutty, kiss her lips, you eat a dick

I ain't came out here to play, I'm out here representing this shit

I'm not the king of the south, y'all can fight over the title

But I got more hoes calling me, than American Idol

Young Pimp C holding it down, come around with that fuck shit

We'll leave you shaking on the ground


[Juicy J:]

Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke


Word on the town, that you niggas snitching

Word on the town, I'm fucking niggas bitches

Word on the town, that you ain't selling dope

Word on the town, that you niggas going broke


On A Plane lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 One thing's for sure, two things for certain man

I be on one, Young Khalifa man, burn up


All my nights that I spent on my own tryna find my way

All the chances we take right or wrong' now we counting all day

I done been through the pain – seen it all for the fortune and fame

And did it for a first class flight on a plane


Can you stand the rain?

Can you niggas really stand the pain?

Can you stand to sit for 14 hours on the plane

If you get caught, you'll never smoke again

I'm leaving niggas with no bitches and cruel intentions

Make 'em dig in they pockets, makin' 'em pay attention

I don't gotta talk it cause God I live it

Say the competition, they all gonna be missin'

That's part of the mission, we ball and they missin'

Order all them rooms up, let all of my nigs in

We hop out them bitches, stay on our toes

Money over hoes, man that's just the way it goes

Weed in a bowl, pack shows, me and my bros

Nominated for Grammy's so, you don't hear me though

Say that I changed, I just say that I've been laying low

Try and play your role, that's the way it go

Ya'll already know


All my nights that I spent on my own tryna find my way

All the chances we take right or wrong' now we counting all day

I done been through the pain – seen it all for the fortune and fame

And did it for a first class flight on a plane


Blacc Hollywood on the way

[?] what's up

Banger lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Ty$)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

Nigga all I smoke is papers

All I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin'

I'm a motherfuckin'


All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger


All I know is smoke when I'm in a ride

All I know is count while I'm getting high

All I know is Flex while I'm in the club

All I know is show them hoes no love

All I know is buy a hundred bottles pour 'em

All I know is old school or foreign

All I know is make sure they know your name

All I know is ride out for your gang

All I know is make them hoes cone joints

All I know is keep your niggas on point

All I know is have my money on time

All I know is grind lil' nigga, grind

That's all I know


All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger


[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Twisting up our fingers, all in your face like what's happenin'

My niggas hop out and get to smashin'

Sock a nigga first then ask him

Where you niggas from? What you niggas bang?

Snatched a nigga chain, he ain't with the Taylors

This nigga jewelry fake, he ain't getting paper

He's a fuck nigga, not a real player

I took his bitch and made her learn how to roll papers

Off Youtube, you should do it too

Type of bitch that like to be around the who's who

Yeah she get around, she like a hula-hoop


[Wiz Khalifa:]

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger


Big bag of that, coming back for that

Roll 'em back to back, keep a sack of that

Don't imagine that, that's a matter of fact

Eyes down in the clouds where you find 'em at

In my MCM bag where the magic at?

Come back to my room, jump on the broom

Swear the magic happened, she hit the magic dragon

Her ass started clapping, I was glancing

Smoking kill, that's that extra pack

Tell the DJ to bring it back and tell the weedman to bring a sack

I got a bong and I got a biatch, ass fat, body full of tats

Pick her up, fuck her on the jet, nothing less


All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor

All I smoke is papers, all I smoke is papers

I'm a motherfuckin' Taylor, throwin' up the gang like a banger

Comb Over lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 For real man, we need that whip

That's the car I need

Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up

Ugh, yup


Standing in the mirror

My vision of that money getting clearer

Scratch that, it's getting nearer

Some of this actually happened

I was weed nappin'

Wasn't shit

Now they pay us for the raps we kick

My hotel smell like confidence

They hate us but that weed smoke bring on compliments

So roll this paper

Tell the waitress – get my drink from off the coaster

Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders


Yeah, I be flying everywhere nigga

Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at

I be waking up, random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit

Like "who the fuck is that?"

Nosey ass cleaning lady

You wanna hit this weed?


Stains from your make-up

Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up

Young nigga, but got my cake up

Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane

Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit

Look at my bitch, we the shit

Probably high – what they say when they see us

But they never say that we broke

Kush in every J that we smoke

Putting rings on every finger

Never put 'em out, just let the smoke linger

Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas

Started small but now the money getting bigger

It all get better with time

Rather go hard instead of unwind

And play your part and I'mma play mine


Feel me?

Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn

They don't know nothin' about this shit

That's why I'm me and you're you

Matter of fact, fuck that

This Taylor Gang

T.G.O.D. nigga

Ain't shit changed gang

What up Ricky P

Richard

Don't smoke that pound without me Richard

Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom


Jim Brown smash baby

Oh shit! We get to see the tits?

Here we go!

Get her Jim! Get her Jim!

Oh shit!

I don't get no sleep

I'm fresh off the plane

I don't get no sleep, God damn

The Last lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 Y'll already know what it is

We the last...


At night that's when all the lights shine

Ask the stewardess what's the flight time

Know we grown we all got shit to say

But we drunk so it's the right time

Outer Space they got a high climb

Out of sight, I'm out of my mind

I did everything on my own, so

I could give a fuck how your advice sound

Who you know sick as Ca-P though

Flow tight as the clothes on the niggas who fight crime

It's cool to dream I suppose, you never know how far it might go

You might need some love, it might get shown

You might stumble down the right road

Got problems with the structure? Time to renovate

Boy tighten up your circle, keep your business straight


Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'

Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'


We the niggas who could have it all

We the ones who only dream of it then do it on our own

Smoking one and got another roll

Came a long way from no direction now to formation

More legit, more to make, more to spend

Got a thing for champagne? Order it

Waking up in my trap house burning hella spliffs, grinding

Listening to Dolomite rhyming, I'm in

Exclusive bay, break you off something and I've got moves to make

Don't be acting bougie 'cause you came through with Nate

No Reuss, real nigga before Protools

Got game from niggas that's from the old school

But we them new niggas, you should roll through

Woke up in the morning fucked up but that's part of it

I got weed smoke and all this gin, Khalifa always wins


Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'

Cause we're the last free souls in the world on our own

Just roamin', just roamin', just roamin', just roamin'

Handle My Biz lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. JR Donato)

 Hey Wiz, they tryna lock a nigga up

How many grams they asked you you had?

What you tell 'em?

28 right?


[Wiz Khalifa:]

Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business

Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business

Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business

Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business


Smokin' on the kush, ridin' in a brand new whip

Feelin' like a pimp

Damn my money good

I wish a bitch nigga would, I wish a bitch nigga would

Handle my business, I'mma handle my business

Handle my business, I'mma handle my business

Handle my business, got a handful of Benji's

Hand on the strap, I'mma handle that witness

I'mma handle that car, I'mma handle that bitch

She gonna handle this dick

After that, roll some weed up

Chill with my feet up

Ya'll some hand-me-down niggas

Posted in the car with the top down smokin' on the shit that'll paralyze niggas


Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business

Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business

Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business

Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business


[J.R. Donato:]

High as fuck and it's 28 grams later

Keep the Ruger, I'mma shoot it in a damn skater

I'm from the Chi but Atlanta where I'm gonna take her

If I put her on the corner then I'm gonna break her

(Make her handle my business, straight up out the trenches

Young nigga tryna double my digits while I'm kickin' this pimpin')

Two white cups sippin', ride around piped up gettin' it

Chain so bright that it might cause tension

Rock the Benz all Spring, so they know it ain't rented

Feelin' like a Beatle, god damn, John Lennon

Put my finger on the trigger, I be sprayin' for a minute

I tell 'em, wait, wait, let me handle that

Little steak, Little eggs, let me scramble that

Two guns, two clips, finna Rambo that

Tell their hoes I'm bouta fire, where they candles at?

Where they candles at?

Cause I be sippin' on somethin'

Never been a Goofy, shootin' a movie

Table full of shroomies while I'm rollin' the doobie

You starin' at me like you wanna hit it or somethin'

Your bitch lookin' like she want the dinik or somethin'

I prolly give her the somethin' in addition to somethin'

Cookin' like I'm in the kitchen or somethin'

You lookin' broke boy, get you some money

Donato


[Wiz Khalifa:]

Bad bitch come to my crib, handle my business

Let a nigga know shit's real, handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Handle my business, nigga, I handle my business

Smokin' pounds of kush, handle my business

Ridin' in a brand new car, woosh, handle my business

Handle my business, handle my business, handle my business

My Nigs lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Currensy)

 Taylor Gang, Jetlife


[Wiz Khalifa:]

My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up

Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip

Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs


Man them niggas ain't my niggas

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

That's why I roll up all by myself

I don't be rollin with yal

I be always smoking green

I be always lighting up

Niggas reaching out their hands

They don't know me

Them niggas ain't real

Them niggas gon' fall

Them niggas ain't ride

Them niggas don't ball

Them niggas ain't got your back

Them niggas gon' set you up

My niggas they all got heart

Your niggas ain't got enough


My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up

Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip

Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs


[Currensy:]

If you ain't all the way down then get from round

Jogging pants I run the town

My home girl dancing in the ace so she making money now

I like a hustling ass bitch so we fucking now

79 Malibu make it bunny hop

To the dog house that's the money spot

I run up in there get my money

Really living what I'm talking bout

The driveway look like a parking lot

I block my own Bentley and I got to let myself out

Built this empire myself without all the fucking handout

So fuck what a pussy nigga crying bout

Jetlife, Taylor Gang til' he carry me out


[Wiz Khalifa:]

My dawgs scroll up, my dawgs roll up

Your dawgs ain't loyal, your dawgs fall short

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

My dawgs on point, my dawgs don't slip

Your dawgs won't call, your dawgs gon' flip

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

Man them niggas ain't my nigs

Man them niggas ain't my dawgs

How To Be Real lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Curtis Williams)

 Shout out to Big U

Real

Real nigga

Yal better chill

Two-9 wassup

8-0-8 Mafia

How to be real [12x]


[Wiz Khalifa:]

How to be real

Some niggas don't but some niggas will

I'm shooting to kill

Jumpin to ride or shooting to kill

I'm taking the shot

I'm drinking that gin or shooting to kill

My bitches so real

My bitches so real

My bitches so real

You killin' my vibe

I'm up in that bitch

I'm getting a thrill

I'm popping that thing

She poppin' that pussy like it is a pill

I come from the burg

Some niggas are fake most niggas are real

Some niggas get killed

I don't drink n' drive she takin' the wheel

Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes

Nigga I'm down to ride for my respect, yes

Man, yal just don't understand

Since I was a lil' nigga yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands

God damn


If I didn't have a deal

I'd still have a mil

My niggas thuggin' out in public

Fuck it

I guess nobody told you

How to be real [12x]


[Curtis Williams:]

Yeah uhh, how to be real

Im repping Two-9 I fuck with the game (Two-9)

How to be real

I'm fucking her once I don't know her name

Smoking that loud

I'm breaking it down and rolling it up (cash)

That money gon' come

I'm stacking it up

Can't fuck this shit up (cash)

These niggas is lame

These niggas just talk

These niggas ain't real (fake)

My young nigga with it

And I ain't gonna touch it he gripping that steel

She come to the crib

She have a good time but don't get to stay

That pack on the way

Man that pack on the way, that pack on the way

Young rich niggas we don't fuck with you nigga

I be flexing out in public who the fuck is you nigga

Get a mil my nigga split it with the crew nigga

Take his main bitch from him show him what to do with it, huh


[Wiz Khalifa:]

If I didn't have a deal

I'd still have a mil

My niggas thuggin' out in public

Fuck it

I guess nobody told you

How to be real [12x]


Something Special lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Thundercat)

 Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you


Met her at a party, I was sippin' gin

She was burnin' on the chronic

Thunder beat the Lakers now there ain't no Super Sonics

Chain hella flossy

Waitin' for you to come over here and put it on me

You down to ride and you like say no more

Try to hide it but I can't no more

And God blessed me with game but I ain't playin' though

Instead of fuckin' with lames

(I just want you)

You ain't ain't said nothing but a word

Twist up the herb

Tell your friends they ain't gotta catch feelings

There's enough room for all ya'll – skinny, fat, tall

Believe me, I done seen it all, done it all

Born to ball, do it big, never small

The weed I'm smokin' on

Come over here, tell your homegirls go ahead

Roll another joint and get straight to the point


Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you


Now the hoes done shown up, the money done blown up

But every time you callin' a nigga, I pick the phone up

Don't care about my pockets being swole up

Long as I show love, show up, my top won't go up

Everyday's a new flight, at night's a new hotel

Fuck you on plane, it don't matter girl I won't tell

Both feet in the sand, you know I'm the man

We gone stick to the plan, watch 'em shit on demand

Early morning eatin' breakfast in the hot tub

Pedicure, Manny, full massage with the face scrub

Smokin' OG, fuck the police

Sun glowin' off your skin

Said she never been there before, she tryna do it again

I can't only fuck once, I'm tryna do it again

Hold up, it's meant to be

No luck, here's some weed, roll up

Make sure the neighbors know us


Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you

Come back, come back, come back, come back to me

I wanna roll one up, wanna roll one up with you


You know what it is!

Hey, hey, hey, shit, damn

Woah

What I'm smokin' is special

That ass is lookin' special

You make everything in the world look special

And you rep that gang baby girl

Sledgro, RMB, Thundercat, what up Drew, Chev what up cuh

OUY lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

 O-U-Y, yea, talking to you

Umhm

28 Grams


I ain't tryna hear about all them other niggas

I just woke, I just wanna come over and have

Ugh, heard he ain't a real nigga

Call me I'mma come feel you up

Like a real nigga


Cause when lights go out, we're all alone

I don't see no one

Ride slow

I won't let nobody know

Ohh, who you are

Be who you are

Be who you are


I want you, you

I want you

As bad as you are

Why would you wanna fuck with a nigga like me girl?

Why would you wanna roll weed for a nigga like me girl?

Why would you wanna throw the ass for a nigga like me girl?

Grind on her when you throw that ass for a nigga like me?


You, you, you, you, know what you want

You remember where you came from

Oh yea, you know the business

I swear that pussy is the business

Might give your ass the business

You, you, ugh


We going away

She riding for the kid

Riding for the squad

Riding on this dick

Gone with the wind

Gone with the whip

Gone on the liquor

She going to my crib

Phone blowing up

Kush coned up

Sheets all wet

Hair messed up

Tied around my neck

Face on deck

Just let a nigga know what it is

Still want you

Still want you

Still want you


You! For real


Yea, bitch

28 Grams

We in the trap all day

I'm trappin' like motherfuckin' uh

Young Jeezy, you know, Snowman days

That's me right now, whippin'

OG Bobby Taylor lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

 [Wiz Khalifa:]

What you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

God damn – what you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG


Word – pull up on the corner smoking herb

Nigga, you scared

So high you talking shit, but I don't hear it

Hey, hey, whoa, church

I'm smoking that shit from the Earth

Riding, no shirt, pussy ass nigga do your homework

Word on the streets, Khalifa's a beast

Shit, 'bout to go D-Wade, hit 'em with the heat

Fuck with me, I'm the realest, realest, nigga, I'm the realest

Blowing on killer while I'm listen to Killa

Body full of tattoos like a killer

Word on the streets that I got these niggas upset

All my niggas from the bottom, from the projects

I take a bitch home, give her long dick, that long dick

Yes, hit it then I quit it

And when I'm in it get the pussy so wet think I'm 'bout to go swimming

God damn


What you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

God damn – what you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG


Nigga got cash, talking big cash, nigga blow kush, talking big bags

Niggas still hating on a nigga, hit the weed once, do the Wiz laugh

Got faded in a mug, god damn I'm tailored up

Got – papers in my lungs, got it straight from the plug

Got – what you smoking, nigga?


[Chevy Woods:]

This a whole P, it ain't no seeds

But on the real I'mma probably need the whole tree

Can't fuck with you acting like the police

The way your bitch pop the pussy, had to go see

It ain't nothing for your girl like ho, please

Let you down to do a favor like you owe me

Soul Train diamonds dancing in this AP

Taylor Gang, pussy nigga, you don't know me

Droptop with some twins in it

Ha, what you doing, boy, I been did it

Yeah, roll up, let your friends hit it

Ha, around my city, boy, I been did it

Man, I can't even lie, y'all don't get high like that

In the ride like that with a ride like that

Trey pound like that, but it's all in them raps

Stop lying to them people acting like you got the pack right now

[?] it's how you act a real round

Got a ticket on your head, let my homie hit the lotto

Big niggas, I don't fight it, see the boom or a bottle

Word on the street I'm a suspect

Helicopter too now, I'm a subject

Face on the news nigga, for the public

Gotta hide at my cousins in the projects

Smoking weed with the Crips in the complex

Twisting OG's with the Bloods in the comments

'Cause only killer they see is green

And they gon' do anything for the commas

T.G.O.D., now they wanna call the feds

I'm a king smoking all this, all this grass

What you smoking on, nigga? That's a thread full of trash

I was in the 9th grade smoking weed after class

Just a tilt door looking like your car on fire

This the weed mix, you gon' need a few lighters

You ain't never smoke no fucking KK, nigga

And we don't smoke no motherfucking AK, nigga

Word on the street buy a whole one

Get good with the plug, he gon' throw one

Serve your homie who ain't never gon' say shit

Chef it up in the face like a shogun


[Wiz Khalifa:]

What you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

God damn – what you smoking, nigga?

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG

I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG


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