Wiz Khalifa – Stackin Lyrics

Lyrics : Wiz Khalifa – Stackin Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


Yea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can’t act like
I ain’t the fliest thing you ever seen in your
Whole entire muthafuckin sorry ass life

You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stntin’ like a young nigga supposed to
Stunt’n like I’m supposed to

Ridin’ with my hat cocked back
Smokin’ something good 3 blunts and I’m smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw ‘em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can’t choose one
3 cell phones I just can’t use one
You see how often I spit
You just off bread hun
This the shit they can’t do young
Talk fly if you look ‘em in the air
Too young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes from
A lot of ya’ll mad
To me it’s just funny
I see why ya’ll hatin man the hoes just love me
And you know I’m gettin’ shhh
Fuck it I ain’t gotta say it
The tab taken care of nigga I ain’t gotta pay it
Yea, I’m all day with it, year round
I bet if you was here now
You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt’n like a young nigga supposed to....

Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me I ride clean
Neck froze up
Bad bitch on the side
My niggas all rich
Foreign whips is what they drive
Yea, I smell like Gucci and big money too
See them guys with me? they gettin’ money too
Ride 222s and got heat so...
If a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin’ into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds I be runnin’ through
Yea, I got a dime bitch coming through
Cause I pimp like I’m supoosed to
Wonder how I get it like this, I could show you
It’s all leather in the whip when I roll through
This year I’m a get shit cleared
Take a look at this kid...

You can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seen
Keep a couple grand nothin less in my jeans
That’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phone
When I pull up she can’t leave me alone
Lil’ homie I grind, no sleep
I’m good in the hood everybody know me
I got my truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt’n like a young nigga supposed to...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - I'm So Blessed Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa, Ace Hood and T-Pain - I'm So Blessed Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Intro:]
Can nothing stop me now
Yeah
Dj Khaled
Yeah
Ohohoooo, no

[Hook:]
Man I'm so blessed (I'm so blessed)
I got the Lord on my shoulders
I'm alright (I'm alright)
I'm alright (I'm alright)
Ain't got no stress (Ain't got no stress)
My people with me they celebratin' the life
We livin' life (We livin' life)
Now sing it with me
If you've been working hard
If you believe in God
Sing it with me
Can nothing stop me now

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Yea, yellin' fuck a 9 to 5 boi
Even if I gotta work from 9 to 9 boi
I'm self made, self paid and I got my city watching
They threw me in the game
I threw up numbers like an auction
'Cause I do it, do it, do it
Like it's no other option
Fat asses, big bottles
When I'm around they both get poppin'
I talk about girls and money
Too much I admit, way too much girls
Too much money, those 2 things that don't exist
And I think It's so impressive I'm riding in the back
Young and black 'cause I'm chauffeured and not 'cause I'm arrested
Getting richer every year, you can grasp up my progression
Got the finest with her shirt off and skirt off
Showing her blessings

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I wonder what the haters got to say now
They mad I'm on top of my game and they down
I'm always repping for my gang I stay down
Ain't gotta go back to my hood 'cause they 'round
And the niggas that's next to me it's all the niggas that stress with me
I done made it from the bottom and they say I did it on my own
So to me that's destiny
If anybody got a problem I just tell 'em to get on their grind
Try to to see as much checks as me
And my wife is a goddess my tree is the finest
A click full of real niggas that's just the one thing about us
They showin' us love, but I remember back then the niggas would doubt us
We used to go out but now when we go out all the people surround us
They screaming my name, I'm repping my city it's me who they proud of
So fuck what the lames about wouldn't me no game without us no game without us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Been hated on, I been doubted
Been talked about and mistreated
Still put in the work that I needed
Now I'm living the things that I'm dreaming
Got my mama straight and my daughter good
And my team right 'cause we eating
Been broke before and now it's open doors......
I got the dopest flow and they seen it....
God keep away all them demons
Been patient dog I've been lenient
Been holding out I've been fiending
Long as God with me don't need 'em
When you winning everybody want a dap up...
Gettin' money now your friends wanna act up...
I don't really give a fuck I'm a go hard
No stress, couple cars in the front yard
We the best be the logo, getting money with a mogul...
Upgrade from the 2 to the 4 door
Top down so blast it, it's yolo
One time form the XO...
Ace Hood got these rap niggas petro
Fied No lie nigga day know
From the bottom to the top only Lord knows....


[End]
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Wiz Khalifa : Taylor Gang Lyrics

Lyrics : Wiz Khalifa - Taylor Gang Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so you that they know just what my gang is
Motherfuck a hater

I left the crib with 10 grand, bought a hundred pair
I'm the coach, I can show you how to be a player
Five-eight's is the fitted, bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anythin' I wanna wear

They let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke
OG Kush from the Westcoast
Oh you down to fuck? Well shortie let's go

Diamonds in my chain, niggas tryin' to steal my lane
Chronic in my brain, bitch I'm reppin' Taylor gang
Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' 'til I'm throwin' up
Only papers, if you Taylor'd, nigga throw it up

High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed then you know it's us
That yellow car pullin'up
Them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us
Got 'em flyin' two fingers and hold 'em up

Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so you that they know just what my gang is
Motherfuck a hater

Bought a crib like Scareface's, this is my world
All my niggas down to bang but we can try worse
Smokin' ounces to the head, feel my mind twirls
I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl

Topic of discussion talk shit 'cause they bitches love us
Plus them niggas suckas, I got that in livin' color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is fuck 'em once and I don't call or give 'em numbers

Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress,
Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, Bowflex
Throw your set up what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers
Real recognize real and my nig you a stranger

Gotta bank for a scrilla, a brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors

Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so you that they know just what my gang is
Motherfuck a hater

You see me out, I rep my gang, used serve that John McCain
That John McCain, hold up, they don't know my name?
Chevy who? Chevy who? Look at all that shit these dollars do
Gettin' all this money wit you know who, it's Taylor gang over you

We poppin' bottles gang signs, all my niggas gang signs
Rollin' up gang signs, niggas trippin', bang time
Hold up, what they say 'bout us?
Same niggas gotta get the okay 'bout stuff

They ain't in the same league, they don't play like us
No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that socket work
I just had a plug for that, get your Taylor on....

Hold for whatever you rep, throwin' up the gang
4800 still reppin' a set, got these niggas trippin'
And these bitches too, they just haters though
No matter what we do, what up cuh, on the left side
It's Taylor gang, and that's or die, Chevy....

Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang, Taylor gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylor
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang....

On my way from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavor
Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper
And I throw it up so you that they know just what my gang is
Motherfuck a hater....


[End]
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Wiz Khalifa - Cabin Fever lyrics

Lyrics : Wiz Khalifa - Cabin Fever lyrics
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[start]


[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
You niggas know it's the Gang or kill yourself right?
Yeah
Yup

[Verse 1]
Red hat, black Chucks, black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her number's in my iPhone
Yeah, I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flying in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed about to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me, all repping Taylor Gang

Yeah bitch
Okay
Yeah
Yup

[Verse 2]
Lot of niggas fake, but me I give these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world, need my own space
Back seat and I'ma ride until the chrome break
Big heat'll turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to bang like they Major Pain
Told their mom I rep the Gang, she just say the same

Yeah
Bitch

[Chorus]
If you see them point them out
If you see them point them out.
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out.
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out.

Yeah !
Yup !

[Verse 3]
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke, a lot of pictures being taken.
My bitch from Atlanta, my weed is Jamaican.
I don't talk much, too many niggas hating
About a booty, that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys, and let her played Dwayne.


[End]
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O.T.T.R Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa Ft. Currensy & Big Sean

[start]
Wiz Khalifa Ft. Currensy & Big Sean - O.T.T.R Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
They saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
And when I go outside they sayin’ I’m famous
And some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
I’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
I’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like… huh!
Cotton and mud, some chicks countin’ up buds
Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
Don’t hate a nigga cause I’m blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
F-ck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money aint enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
That’s f-cking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact I’m buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint
I’m talkin’ champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say “hand made” bitch

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
And I’ma Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
Sittin’ tall on my chrome seat but I’m blowin the c?
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
I’m in the street after the chedder
Peddlin’ melodies, purchasin’ better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over n-ggas
My n-gga we major, we been major since independant
Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
We too busy gettin it
Hound dog sniffin’ it out
Twistin’ a whole pound celebratin’ the fact that
Them wack fools had it but this here’s the take back
And them haters can’t hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club..
Homie, I take that as love
Real n-gga shit the only thing I’m dealing with slim
Bitch you know that I’m the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck...

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Yellin’ “suck a dick or die hoe”
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smokin’ top shelf on the top flo’
I’m a boss bitch...
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably f-ckin’ around doing some shit I aint got time fo’
P-ssy boy!
F-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
My nuclear like an academy bitch
It’s Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
Killin’ these niggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real nigga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin’ them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I can’t be dealin’ with y’all...
(Nigga)
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can’t earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
And I’m rollin’ King Kush, I’m your Royal Highness.

[End]
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Flowers Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa Ft. Curren$y & Big Sean

[start]
Wiz Khalifa Ft. Curren$y & Big Sean – Flowers Lyrics

[Chorus]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram
ANd now my cheese aint just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the f-ck could you hate this
Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift
Thats why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that

[Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Urb and ? I’m quotin’ ?
All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
in the ? see how far back I’ve been quoted
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro
Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
Thats why them bitches roll that weed for us

[Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like its no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed
Cause it’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with G’s
Boi

Dissin’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a train
At the top so now her top all off.
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off.
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
F-cking bitch
I might come a little tardy though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up barney bro
I’m all green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know...

[End]
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5 O Clock Lyrics - T-Pain Ft. Wiz Khalifa & Lily Allen

[start]
T-Pain Ft. Wiz Khalifa & Lily Allen - 5 O Clock Lyrics

[Lily Allen]
It's 5 o' clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleepin and I was hoping…

[T Pain]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning, and I want ya
And you want me, don't ya?
I can see it
Cause you've been waiting on me since
I said that I was hittin' the club
Something coming up on me
And I know you be getting so horny
Cause you be sending me texts
Like boy just get your ass up in that car
And come get all of this love

(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
You ain't got to remind me
She already said if I don't come home on time
She might go crazy
And she'll be waiting on me naked
With one of my chains on
She might come and find me
And then ask me kindly
Do I want her to go crazy?
We do this every night
And then we always wake up singing the same song

[Hook - Lily Allen]
It's 5 o' clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleepin
And I was hoping you would creep in

[Hook 2 - T-Pain]
It's 5 o' clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck up to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleepin
And I was hoping you would creep in

[T-Pain]
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And you calling
And these females got me stalling
I can hear your voice in my head like
"What is he doing?" oh what is he doing?

Cause I keep checking my cell phone
And these missed calls
You texting me like I'mma kill y'all
If you don't get your ass up out of that club
And you do know what time it is

(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
On my bed, girl
And this Nuvo got me trippin
And I know that you mad, girl
But you ain't got to worry about nothing
Girl I got you, girl I got you
She might come and find me, and then ask me kindly
Do I want her to go crazy
We do this every night and then
We always wake up singing the same song...

[Hook - Lily Allen]
It's 5 o' clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleepin
And I was hoping you would creep in...

[Hook 2 - T-Pain]

[Wiz Khalifa]
You ain't got nothing on
But the t-shirt that I left over your house
The last time I came and put it on ya
Too many thirsty girls up in this club for me to
Leave here with one of them
That's why I call her
And you'll be right at home waiting for me
Iphone plugged in the wall, just waiting for me
Club closed at 6, left around 4:30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib..
(It's 5′o Clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been drinking all night and I feel like performing
With you in the bedroom
Flooring to the dresser
Dont want nothing less cause I'm sure you're the best
You're the one, So I let you
Thats how you show me love
And when we finish you like "damn, babe you woke me up"
I like you way you put it down likes its for both of us
The sun aint the only thing thats coming up...

[Hook]
It's 5 o' clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleepin
And I was hoping you would creep in...

[End]
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Smokin On Lyrics - Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa Ft. Juicy J

[start]
Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa Ft Juicy J – Smokin On Lyrics

[Hook]
Bet you high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though

[Wiz Khalifa]
Cut those cameras on cause my camo’s on
And my niggas backin me riding around town
With a big old bag of weed
Taylor Gang, we ain’t in your faculty
Me and Snoop Dogg, we created a masterpiece
Smoke all day and we makin this cash, and we
Bout it bout it like Master P
Go hard, stack ya cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees
TGOD, he’s the OG, real G shit what it has to be
My real nigga gon pop tags for me
Get bags for me
Say you just wanna shake hand with me?
Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me
Now I’m riding around town in the car that you can’t even pronounce
And you can’t go fast as me
Smoke smoking, she know that I’m a player
So she wanna come up here spend that cash on me
That pimp shit come naturally
That ? shit is wack to me
My kush grown organically
My ballin is actually

[Hook]
Bet you high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my drink, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though

You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin on
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin on
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin on
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin on

[Snoop Dogg]
Let me turn you on to turn you out
To make you feel like you really wanna feel
For real, sure will, nigga I got that kilo
You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop
Like my kush cut from a bush
Mix it together, get it together
Hypo grow with the hydro flow
Smoking on some shit I don’t know
This is that shit that was caught
From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock – oh no!
Cuttin it up, button it up
Homie don’t speak at all
You might skate, you might be most likely like shark bait
I might hate, nigga you smoking that lightweight
Wrong class, featherweight, levitate
Set it straight: let me break it down for you
Flip it, zip it, let it fly
If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that ain’t the one
We don’t even smoke that shit for fun!!!

[Hook]

[Juicy J]
Yea nigga, I’m rolling up that high-grade
Chillin on the porch, smoking like it’s Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J’s a high day
Niggas think I’m Chinese cause my eyes straight
I throw up a 6 into a 20 ounce.
Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces...
Fucked around that popped a molly now I’m high as fuck.
Every chick I’m seeing, juicy screaming out lets fuck.
I dun popped a pill and hit the lean behind it.
Where my mind? Somebody help me find it.
Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch
They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher.

[Hook]

[End]
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Go Girl lyrics - Yo Gotti Ft. Big KRIT, Wiz Khalifa & Big Sean

[start]
Yo Gotti Ft Big KRIT Wiz Khalifa & Big Sean - Go Girl lyrics

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

I got this girl thats so sedictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I’ma visit next time I’m in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world, shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms, shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips, her boyfriend be trippin’
Takes off on the menu, time machine tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings, Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be, she serious
All I do is ball and all she f-ck is winners
To take her to the mall she don’t wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and I’m tryna get wit her
Have her looking right I had to follow her on Twitter
She a go girl...

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

Go go, keep on going
I’ll be somewhere throwing money, blowing on that potent
Money on my bank account, pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them cameras we be posing
We just go go, anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from Tennesse to California
Twenty grand in Paris, blowing on that Mary
Your bitch on my Johnson cause I’m ballin’ like I’m larry
And I play my part. I’m out here with the bosses
She know this from the start, get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don’t smoke it, roll the weed up
If she broke she’ll get her g’s up
If she slow she up to speed cause she a

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back.
She go go get it.
She a go girl, a go girl.
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live...
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it.

Now go there keep going throwin that big booty thong
And she wear her heart on her sleeve
ow she just Com des Garcon’ing
I wake up and show you what this Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good, I wish I could clone it
Okay, go girl, go girl.
My new bitch, ya old girl.
She buss it open for me like a show girl.
Call me king than tell me that its your world
Her body Jamaica but the vagina is Asian
I swear thats hour glass shaped and that just remind me time wasting
Okay, fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl...

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo...
I tell her bring it back.
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl.
All night putting on a show girl.
She go go live
She go go silly yo...
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it.

[End]
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Fame lyrics - Amber Rose ft. Wiz Khalifa

[start]
Amber Rose feat. Wiz Khalifa - Fame lyrics

[verse 1: amber rose]
scrutinize, being blind
excited by all the lights
the question wasn’t made up
like these rumors were made up
can’t shop for clothes or buy some cigs
without paparazzi waiting for a flick (i see you)
this is a new situation
now you’re an overnight sensation

[hook]
you’re not ready for the fame
ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
you’re not ready for the fame
ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[verse 2: amber rose]
can’t deny it’s just fly
private jets flying high
rockin’rockin’ things you won’t see
tell ‘em made by givenchy
three years ago, just a girl
now your name is known around the world
this is a new situation
now you’re an overnight sensation

[hook 2]
now you’re ready for the fame
ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
now you’re ready for the fame
ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh


[verse 3: wiz khalifa]
and you made it this year
coming up so they hate it
fly first class so they could get mad
you heard what they have to say but you paid it
now you’re busting out, doing your thing
in your face, cuss ‘em out
brag cause you’re the one that they fuss about
you’s a bad little mother shut your mouth, cause...

[bridge]
everything you say will.
will and can be used against you
everything you say will.
will and can be used against you
everything you say will.
will and can be used against you
everything you say.

it’s all because of the f-a-m-e (f-a-m-e…)
you’re not ready.
you’re not ready for the fame.
now you’re ready for the fame.

[hook]

f-a-m-e, f-a-m-e, f-a-m-e, f-a-m-e !
f-a-m-e, f-a-m-e
are you ready for the fame?

[End]
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Flatline Lyrics - Masspike Miles Ft. Wiz Khalifa

[start]
Masspike Miles Ft. Wiz Khalifa - Flatline lyrics

I'm a make you flatline
Shawty bad then a mutha
Look like a magazine cover
Wanna explore you down under
Scuba dive under your covers
You looking good with them jeans on
Come taste this bottle get your lean on
Sit on this tongue, get ya cream on
I bet this finna be your theme song
Girl, I'm a work your body
You know I puts it down, fuck you in the worse way
We can have a party, like it's your birthday
Sipping on Bacardi, or on that champagne, hey
I can tell just by the look in your eyes
You want me baby, you can get it if you want some
Better be ready cause you're in for a ride
Cause once I'm finish you gon be screaming you on one
I'm all about making you moan
All through the night into the morn
Don't try to act like this your last time
Cause when you let me baby I'm make you flatline
I kill it, I I I kill it, hey I kill it I'm a make you flat line
I'm killin pussy, hey, I'm killin pussy, hey
I'm a make you flatline
Listen, what's your favorite position?
Is it 69?
Escalate and watch me get you to the finish line
Take off your heels, loosen your bra
Show me that you could ride it like a yamaha
Sweating out your weave, workin that ass
I guarantee it mami I'm a make it last
You know what it is, is you down to ride
Is you down to open, I'm a come inside
Girl, I'm a work your body
You know I puts it down, fuck you in the worse way
We can have a party, like it's your birthday
Sipping on Bacardi, or on that champagne, hey!
I can tell just by the look in your eyes..
You want me baby, you can get it if you want some.
Better be you ready cause you're in for a ride
Cause once I'm finish you gon be screaming you on one.
I'm all about making you moan.
All through the night into the morn.
Don't try to act like this your last time
Cause when you let me baby I'm a make you flatline
I kill it, I I I kill it, hey I kill it I'm a make you flat line
I'm killin pussy, hey, I'm killin pussy, hey
I'm a make you flatline.

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa - Morocco Lyrics

[start]

Is it recording? (yea)
somebody grab me a lighter
desert swag
you do anything you want man
real shit
just got a couple things i wanna get off my chest...uh


they say they want
you to live your life
maybe
they wish they could live for you
say that they
Are happy that you made it
but really, they wish it was them, them, them

damn, damn [x4]

don't come down
keep your head above the water
and when they doubt
just keep showing them that your stronger
I smoke too much
I think I got a drinking problem
but if you were me, with all of this, on your plate.
f*ck would you do?

I'ma be the same, I'll probably never change.
niggas think I'm new but I got years up in this game.
Been doing my thing I been here carving my own lane.
I been had all them cars, been had them diamonds in my chains.
you say you want a rock star, a superstar, a big shot, well it takes a little time, a little patience
I live a lot, plus I give all I got.

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa - Morocco Lyrics

[start]

Is it recording? (yea)
somebody grab me a lighter
desert swag
you do anything you want man
real shit
just got a couple things i wanna get off my chest...uh


they say they want
you to live your life
maybe
they wish they could live for you
say that they
Are happy that you made it
but really, they wish it was them, them, them

damn, damn [x4]

don't come down
keep your head above the water
and when they doubt
just keep showing them that your stronger
I smoke too much
I think I got a drinking problem
but if you were me, with all of this, on your plate.
f*ck would you do?

I'ma be the same, I'll probably never change.
niggas think I'm new but I got years up in this game.
Been doing my thing I been here carving my own lane.
I been had all them cars, been had them diamonds in my chains.
you say you want a rock star, a superstar, a big shot, well it takes a little time, a little patience
I live a lot, plus I give all I got.

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa - Mary x3 Lyrics

[start]

Nigga like me be smokin while I'm drivin.
Gettin higher than a B just seeing we both just stand alive and...
watchin the time go by, climbin.
Told you I'd get enough ash, to make a mountain.
And you can sit right on your ass... doubtin.
While I'm somewhere rollin up grass, goin up where the clouds is.
Some niggas say they get so high that I ain't fuckin wit em, I say if them niggas get that high man I ain't fuckin wit em.
Doin nothin wit em, rollin up or puffin wit em.
Goin on the road, doin shows, or gettin duckies wit em.
I've been smokin in my pictures since Myspace. You niggas extracurricular, bitch I fly straight. (Ay, ay)

Some niggas try that shit for nothin, but I just tell them to do what they do.
(do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too.
(you can too)
Just give me weed in my joint, and I ain't need it for nothin, homie I'm straight. (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever goin, then I am goin the same way.

All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin with no other drug. (4x)

Nigga like me be smokin while I'm rappin. And my homie smoke like I smoke, so we both just make it happen. NIggas say they be smokin, they be actin. Cause you ain't yet really smoked unless you smoke one with the captain. High as fuck, choked up in my cabin. Got some OG from a vana it was rolled up in a napkin.
So we Taylored, all my niggas smoke papers. Never smokin that bullshit, what the fuck are them names of them flavors.
I remember puttin weed in videos, niggas thought I was insane.
Now every time, I turn on a video, I see the exact same thing.
Cause niggas ain't original, niggas ain't cool. You niggas aint got it all, you niggas just ain't you. That shit is a problem for a nigga who can't lose. Lil homie I got a ball of something you can't do. So suckers hate. (hate)!

Some niggas try that shit for nothin, but I just tell them to do what they do.
(do what they do)
So many niggas went down the wrong road, so homie you can too.
(you can too)
Just give me weed in my joint, and I ain't need it for nothin, homie I'm straight. (homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever goin, then I am goin the same way.

All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin with no other drug. (4x)

[End]
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Stoners Night (Part 2) Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa Ft. Juicy J

[start]
Wiz Khalifa Feat Juicy J - Stoners Night (Part 2) lyrics

[Verse 1-Juicy J]
Hold up, mane. Hold up, mane. Juicy J from Taylor Gang
Rollin’ Phantom, rollin’ dank. {Re-}cologne, I know it stank
Light it up, and hold a drank. Hit the club, blowin’ bank
Say you is, but I know you ain’t. Getting money? No you ain’t
Rollin’ Cali green in a Zig-Zag paper
Smokin’ on the back porch, who the damn neighbors?
Lookin’ for a chick who just wanna have fun
Let her hit the joint and put love on her tongue
Inhale, exhale, go to jail, I’m postin’ bail
Blue Dream, I know it well. So much green, I’m growin’ sails
Ounces on ounces, my connect, he got the deal
And he give me nothing but the illest, stoner’s night for real

[Hook-Wiz Khalifa]
She rollin’ weed and she don’t even smoke [X 6]

[Verse 2-Wiz Khalifa]
, people call me young wiz
Roll up 20 Zig-Zags outta one zip
Niggas smoke zags over blunts
Bet a blunt smoker smell what’s in my bag he gonna wanna hit
Since a young nigga I was gettin’ lit
Ridin’ in my black Bonneville bumpin’ Three Six
Servin’ no seeds nigga no sticks
Used to be the one rollin’ weed for my whole clique
Now I’m buyin’ weed on some grown shit
When I say grown I’m talkin’ bout the man who grows it
Lookin’ at my ring, look like I froze it
I’m smokin’ good in here so everybody knows it

[Hook-Wiz Khalifa]

[Verse 3-Juicy J]
I’m ridin’ with my top back, my bitch drunk, I’m smokin’ weed
I don’t know if they fo’ real, but she got double D’s
Hand me two cups, you’ve got a {double D’s}
I don’t put it on if it ain’t double G...
In the Rolls Royce chiefin’ on the Trippy Stick..
I’m about to transform, take her home and give her dick..
Trippy trippy mane, I'm a specialist
If I let you hit the vape, then you a special chick
Kief in the joint, I’ve been savin’ up
I’m about to buy a jet, I’ve been savin’ up
All the money I’ve been touchin’, I’m gettin’ paper cuts
Ever since I put the blunts down I’ve been papered up...

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa Ft. 2 Chainz - It’s Nothin Lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Count another grip, smoke another zip
Yet them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend it all today
What can I say, my DNA is Givenchy
What my swag is, retarded
What I’m driving, Ferrari
What I’m rocking, Armani, Gianni Versace, huh
Fuck around and I’ll buy one of you broke niggas
My change, insane
My chain, oh that thing !

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x8]
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x4]
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x4]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You niggas chasin’ money I’m on top of it
If it ain’t money don’t know what the topic is
Don’t come out till next year that mean I’m rockin’ it...
Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin’ shit.
Goddamn, what you on?
A private plane, fuck you on
Party in south of France when it’s cold
Used to rock all that old shit till it got old.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
My hair longer than your girl
Go shawty it’s your world.
Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries.
Scarface, all out
All I want in this world
I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl.
It ain’t nothin’ to me but it’s somethin’ to you
Count money like it’s somethin’ to do
Summer time I’m like fuck the roof, winter time I’m in ‘Lo boots...
And uh, it’s nothin’
I like being high because it’s a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold it’s on Theraflu.

[End]
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Till I Die Lyrics - Chris Brown Ft. Big Sean & Wiz Khalifa

[start]

Yeah, this is Virgina
Straight from the country right
There with my kin folk golds in
My mouth and they put 26s on binzons
Dirt rose backwoods
They got weed but I’m bent tho rachet
Nigga we that hood but I’m getting
Money whit this white folk.
Sipping that and I’m fades
Super medicated said she wanna
Check the pole I said OK Sarah Palin
Yeah so I laid down and lay in
A nigga gonna br faded all the way to the am, yeah!

Boy, whoah, shit! OK !
More drinking pour it up more weed
Roll it up woah there you know
What’s up quit hogging the blunt
Bitch slow down pimps up hoes
Down ass up nose down damn
Bitch I do it
and this the life we choose
Working all night swear I’m never go broke
And I’ma do this till I die & I ain’t talking shit just
Cause I’m OK wow
Bow look at me now chief like an Indian
Talkning to clouds
I’m hugh as a bitch talking
To clouds I tree ever night like I run
With the owls I super soak
That hoe show em no love just
Throw them a towel still rocking
Louis Vuitton condoms cause I’m so fucking in style
Wow new crib trash that
Drove here cab back I knock
That pussy out yeah that’s just a little cat nap
Hold up now me smoking my shit I be thet fire
She be smoking my dick,
Ok more drink pour it up more weed roll it up
Woah there hoe.
You know what’s up.
Quit hogging the blunt bitch slow down pimps up
Hoes down ass up nose down.
Damn bitch I do and this the life we choose
Working all night swear.
And I’ma do this till I die & I ain’t talking shit just
Cause I’m OK wow .

Smoking choking always
Rolling somwthing I don’t need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button did a show and got a
Half a million spent it like its nothing
Money flowing never sober
Smoking till I got concussions no discussions.
Man I got a condom I got a big crib pounds all.
Over where my kitchen is a fine.
Getting it then I’m in the hood.
Where my niggas lived did a tour.
Sold it out just bought to finish it now all my past a got shrimp in it you
Talk about it I’m living it.
Fucking low bitch!

Ok more drink pour it up more weed roll it up
Whoas there hoe you know what’s up.
Quit hogging the blunt bitch slow down pimps up
Hoes down ass up nose down.
Damn bitch I do and this the life we choose
Working all night swear
And I’ma do this till I die & I ain’t talking shit just
Cause I’m OK wow .

Real nigga never fronting
Cause when you got it all everybody want something middle
Finger in the air no fist pimp
Me Seam and wiz got this bitch jumping
Finaly got this bitch jumping
Got thins bitch jumping
Fly that’s me.

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa - Work Hard Play Hard Lyrics

[start]

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou' on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I'm making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I'm always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that
You see it in my closet before it's on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think
Buy so many bottles it's gon' be hard to drink
But I'm still pourin' up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!!

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I'm out this world, girl you know I'm a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I'm on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain't reppin' my gang, get your own clique

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is...

[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that's your job
And niggas gon' hate but that's no prob'
So hey fuck 'em don't need nothing from 'em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don't mean nothing
It's straight from Cali, that's what's in my joint that's what I'm puffin', OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don't see

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is...

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard

[End]
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Curren$y Ft. Wiz Khalifa - No Squares Lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1:]
Battle axe rap swingin' like 84 elbows
On the H-Town slab Cadillac Eldo
Spokes pokin I should be the "weed
Don't stop me from workin" spokesperson cause I get it in
Stoned, active like a sober person runnin
Rather have my feet hurtin than my pockets
I chase that money down like it said somethin' bout my mama
I chase that money down like I think it took my wallet
I chase that money down like it key scratched my impala
I chase that money down pile it up and climb on top it
Trill nigga mountain at the summit countin' hunneds
You try and take me from it you gone plummet to the bottom
If there was a winning contest then I did won it, done it
Bossed up playa I don't do much but kick it I'm a punter
No pun intended I'm a stunner
Brung the lamb to the motor cross ramp like fuck it
I'm a jump it, officer love muffin
It should be a crime how you lockin' down that bitch
But the girl mine
Said she wouldn't do it again for the third time
Figured you realize at some point that the girl lyin'
Either you blind or you don't mind
Either way I'd never hustle with yo kind
Cause we'd never get no bread
You too scared
Pimpin this the 3rd installment, what you sayin...

[Hook:]
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Ain't been like none of them niggas far as I can remember
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
They was payin them bitches, I was payin attention.

[Verse 2:]
I do it for myself not for them bitches
They just included with this good livin'
I'm paid from makin music with my niggas
Been doin this and never even sure bout who would hear us
Now who the shit jet life started this reeforlution
Can't call it I'm just doin what my old heads was doin
And I'm priviliged to have seen them star movements
Behaving in a wild fashion actin unruly
OG so it take a double O to school me.

There's some of em still involved
Might put em on some game truly dawg
In the fast lane cruisin go around me.
I'm ridin to my music slowin down
There's some charday on the doobie
Overtakin yo position later won't be much too me
Took yo championship cup and filled it with a smoothie
With my feet kicked up take my picture
If looks could kill yo family would sue me
I'm that nigga...

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa Ft. Chevy Woods & Berner - Ozs Lbs Lyrics

[start]

Niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking it’s a game
I’m …smiling lot, but I ain’t playing with them
I’m up all day I work all night
I roll a weed, I’m on a flight
Soon as a land, I’m gonna write, I’m on the grind
40 … 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Flying all around the world like I’m a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out the bottle that’s how we drink clicko
And we all from the same hood, that’s why we feel the same thing
… one of our pockets hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain
Eyes smoking out the car service, police escorting, now the dawg nervous
We the bomb searchers, penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Old school back seat with a stash in it
Big joint og, mixed with has in it
And it’s tgod you niggas last minute
Your flow last year, the swag last fall
You just the last place, you ain’t gonna last at all

You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You know it’s taylor gang or die, haha, word

Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling
You gotta pay them the coop
Ain’t no rules out this motherfucker
Who sold you that book
Bitch we down when it’s cracking
Around my way and you know that
Can get more than I ever asked
So be afraid of the go back
Yeah I’m talk and I’m cool moving
No cameras, respect the shooters
I’m out on this money train,
You don’t know about hustle, do you
It’s everything in or nothing
Bitch you know how I get down
You wasn’t mad at me before
So why is you mad at me now?
The alcohol got you talking
You do the same things and the cops
Know conversation know where we playing
only for money calls only
That mean I can’t deal with them old games that you tryna kick
This ain’t Shinobi
I told her baby you thirsty, she responded I’m cool
Said your wrist it’s got water, I told her bitch it’s a pool
Feel me gang now, but concrete dive in first
But if you owe me money, I need my …first

You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
Aha, what you got in your bad … bra?
The same shit, new bitch with me
Box money… 50
I’m running through the stop lights, late night
I told baby girl get your cake right
That kush doesn’t taste right
We take it to the hand, all you smell is ...
And cookie smoke in the benz
Where my roof go, I stack up quick, while they move slow
White girls in my room, I’m smoking while they do blow
Plus life, no crushed ice, … my bookie love life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I … it’s nothing
2 first class flights to the function
20… a hundred 20 grand, in the city where them pretty girls dance
And them plans grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash
If you pass me bullshit, I’ma laugh, I’m the man, no lie baby...

You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds
You niggas want kush we got ounces
You niggas want cookies we got pounds.


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