WIZ KHALIFA Can't Be Stopped

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WIZ KHALIFA Can't Be Stopped Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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(Fight)
Uh, I'mma tell you that you not my competition
I'mma always win, throw me in and I'm going in
I ain't running, I'mma come until you leave
I'm 'bout to get it, talk about it 'cause I really live it
On them nights on a mission, no fear, no hope in my vision
Don't need no intervention, you ain't down to rider
And even if you was I come out, point 'em out, they all gon' be missing
Wonder why I'm still here act a fool if you met me (act a fool if you met me)
You try to be brave and step up with you crew it's too scary
Plus I'm too legendary, It's what we go hard for
I'm rocking your block, you on top you get knocked off
I'm taking your place yeah, I'll make it my property
Maybe again you probably sold your whole life for me
It's only right for me, annihilate a million, I'm aware of sight
Keep 'em up off of me, a weakness in you only make an appetite
Anytime I get into it I be looking at them
Looking pitiful and their condition it be critical, nothing less than original
Cross me once that's the end of you who's next?
(Finish him!...Get over here!)

WIZ KHALIFA Breaks

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WIZ KHALIFA Breaks Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa:]
They try to make me slow down
But I live with the brakes off
They tell me I should hold up
But I live with the brakes off
Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off
And we're goin up, up, up, up
Brakes off, brakes off

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
First place in the race, either first or you last
My foot stay on the gas
Floatin (floatin floatin) ain't take much from out the class
Open the Forbes see a young (young) 'bout his
Hear people talkin 'bout they dreams, he really livin out his (livin out his)
They hatin just to hate but they don't really doubt it
Mm, my eyes stay on the prize (my eyes stay on the prize)
Told E I realized that love built this
So I'll be damned if you fake (fake) kill it, put my all in, make 'em feel it
Show me them people who think it's bosses, I'll make 'em look like children
Top floor of the building, orderin drinks, rollin up, planes all in the same
Goes without sayin, y'all know the slang, no pain, no gain
Let's get it

[Chorus]

[John Cena:]
I'm makin ground mine, you takin downtime
Every word is hustle, the whole entire sound shine
Chasin the finer things, shinin like diamond rings
Gemstone flow, that's the clarity my rhymin brings
Kid with the cold voice, I'm such a bold choice
Tailored suit, pullin up, in that Rolls Royce
Drop-head coupe, suicide doors
Arrivin like Sinatra, Louis Vuitton floors
I'm talkin 'bout my shoes, I'm chalkin up your crews
I'ma give away the end, partner y'all about to lose
That's just the way it goes, don't take it to heart B
I say you're (Just a Friend) cause my (Biz) is the Markie/marquee

[Wiz Khalifa:]
They try to make me slow down (slow down)
Brakes off (brakes off) brakes off (brakes off)
They tell me I should hold up (hold up)
Brakes off (brakes off) brakes off (brakes off)
They try to make me slow down (slow down)
Brakes off (brakes off) brakes off (brakes off)
They tell me I should hold up (hold up)
Brakes off (brakes off) but I live with the brakes off

[Chorus]

WIZ KHALIFA Boss

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WIZ KHALIFA Boss Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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Yeaaa... yeaaaa... its young wiz, the young boss..

Uhh.. the young boss man, ask around I get it poppin
In the hood everyday that's where my shit is knockin
My fitted cocked 'n what, my city lockdown, leaning to the side, pittsburg, diddy boppin
I'm so fly tryin hide from the shitty drop in
I get dough and get low, cuz the jiggy watching
Takin is not an option, more like an obligation
So my advice, get yours and stop your hatin
The cops quittin for a nigga to slip (nigga to slip)
Everything on the strip so you won't find shit in the whip
Except the bad bitch twistin my spliff
You pigs ain't worried bout weed, then let me off for a pinch of da piff
Then it's back to the hood again, pittsburg hoolagins
Hard to find someone to trust, you don't know who friends
And the mottos get money and get lost
So any motherfucker rap funny and get tossed

I do big things, pull up in trucks and them cars
On my own tours, nah, I ain't fucking with yall
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
I'm in the getting cake so where them dollars at
If you ain't talking paper then homie holler back
Nigga, you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss

I smoke big blunts and write the sickest raps
Ain't the deal with rush too quick to get them stacks
What up Benji? you got a problem, it's a fact
With no solution, watch the dough movin
But still keep a watch on the cops patrol cruisin
Young wiz number one spot you all loosin
I'm hearing all the what you bastards say
Don't really want to go to war, you like Kashis clay
And only go to school half the day
Show the passin grades and told them crackers I got cash to make
So I'm back in the stu again, hood near you again
Gotta let the world know the 4.1.2 in here
Why wouldn't I be proud of my city, a young nigga gettin' cake on every side of my city
And I sure wouldn't advise you to lie for my city
From the east side some niggers ride down for da city

I do big things, pull up in trucks and them cars
On my own tours, nah, I ain't fucking with yall
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
I'm in the getting cake so where them dollars at
If you ain't talking paper then homie holler back
Nigga, you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss

If you know me I'm a humble guy
But we can take it there, call up a couple guys
So we can make it fair,
I ain't a custom to all this talking exchangin here
You birds just be rapping, the bird be gettin smackin
Full of niggers with big cake, they get it trappin
Snitches quick to switch face, the nigga yappin
No cameras or lights here, where action is right here
The whole town banging they pipes here
A long white tee and some nike airs,
I crack a cigar, fill it with trees, no seeds and some bright hairs
And let it put me in my right mind
Some niggas question how I write mine
It's well known that a youngin is on his grind,
Hustling all the time with his mind on his money and his money on his mind.
I'm too used to having things grindin and havin green for me to live the life of a average teen

I do big things, pull up in trucks and them cars
On my own tours, nah, I ain't fucking with job
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
I'm in the getting cake so where them dollars at
If you ain't talking paper then homie holler back
Nigga, you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
You can call me the boss, you can call me the boss.

WIZ KHALIFA Black And Yellow (Remix)

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WIZ KHALIFA Black And Yellow (Remix) Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Wiz Khalifa]
Yea uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
Yea uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

[Young Jeezy]
Brown blunts, black Nike's
3 red bone bitches and they all dykes
Said her girl on the way, she a yellow bone
Said she wanna hear me on the black and yellow song
Told her guess what? this your lucky day
Smoked an ounce with Young Wiz just the other day
Young on the G Mix, should we change the colors
Tell 'em hell to the No you pussy muthafuckas
Remember cop my 1st lamb it was Black and Yellow
You know it had to match the watch so it matched the bezel
Bitch I just seen Young in a bananna peel
Got that 50 round clip for that bannana feel
They tellin' lies for a living, I so Roddy White
Pull the plug on them niggas it was nighty night
Outta sight outta mind, bitch Im in these streets
Next summer, helicopter, black and yellow seats

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

[Wiz Khalifa]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
And women love me cause I'm messin' with their best friends
Not a lesbian but she a freak though
This aint for one night I'm shinin all week bro
I'm sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in the watch I cant tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up cause every body that I'm with taylor'd

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

Stay fly like how I'm supposed to do
That crowd underneath them clouds, cant get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but its super mean
She wanna ride with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks, get fly, take trips and that's that
Real rap, I let her get high, she want she feel that, convertible drop fill, 87 the top peel back

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

WIZ KHALIFA Black And Yellow (G-Mix)

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WIZ KHALIFA Black And Yellow (G-Mix) Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Wiz Khalifa]
Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screaming that's nothing
What I pulled off the lot, that's stunting
Repping my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

[Snoop Dogg]
Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa
See on the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a
The grim reaper, maybe that, bring me back, yellow 'lac
Steeler logo in the back
We banging out, that Taylor gang
Dub to your face baby till you say my name
Don't get your clique served
So much black and yellow you would think I was from Pittsburgh
Encher, get yearn

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
I'ma bumble bee lit up like a Christmas tree
Drinking Hennessy black, I'm from Tennessee
Juicy J make their way on my own two
Quarter mill for the Phantom, bitch I own you
And that go for every G that I'm fucking with
Black and yellow bitches all around me, yeah I dig
In their purse, gotta get that reimburse
On the bills and that purple pint of syrup
And I stay Louie down to the socks
Range, and watch, weed and glock
Beans to pop
My pants swoll with them rubber band knots
I'm getting old but them rubber bands not nigga

[Chorus]

[T-Pain]
You can catch me in my Lamborghini
(black and yellow, black and yellow)
I can rock it on the beat or a cappella, a cappella (uh ohh-oh uh boom)
Sideways in the turning lane (turning lane yaa...)
Fire flame I be burning man (burning man yaa...)
Teddy Pain about to hurt the game (game)
Took a break for a while I've been learning things (boom)
I learned how to tell a nigga fuck you then
(black and yellow, black and yellow)
All I do is fucking win (win)
I told you (told you)
And now I'm on
You thought it was over (over)
You thought I was gone (gone)
I'm going in, you don't have to let me, have to let me
Back from the dead like I'm Machiavelli, Machiavelli (boom)

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa]
Black and yellow, all black and yellow
See me now they treating me like I'm somebody special
Smoking on that bud, know its me soon as they smell it
You can tell I'm the one who get it not the one who sell it
I grind everyday I'm balling I can't help it
Niggas on that bullshit my pockets full of Celtics
And them niggas hating on us get our best wishes
In the club you ain't even on the guest list bitch
Sound like you need to get your weight up
Go to sleep rich and count another million when I wake up
They wondering how I do my thang, two words, Taylor Gang
Remix g-shit
The champagnes poured nigga the weeds lit
Little mama clothes falling like the leaves in the fall
Ain't worry about your friends so bring 'em all

[Chorus]

WIZ KHALIFA Big Screen

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WIZ KHALIFA Big Screen Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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this the top, oh yeah the tippy
its young khalifa mannn
i see it clearly the money that is
oh yall niggas aint in the way keep doing what you doing
see right thru you

Got me drinking out the bottle,
living for today aint thinking about tomorrow,
niggas fake i can see it with my eyes closed,
in desperate need of a leader so they follow,
and me i only see chavo,
i roll up blizzy and hit it like a high note,
my skin tough as a rhinos,
so keep hating i keep dating these dime hoes,
diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my chain,
city or your state catch me mobbin with my gang,
nigga violate they wont hestiate to aim,
man i got enough change to afford the price of fame,
im like poison to yall lames, or drugs or prescriptions,
turn my music on get a buzz when you listening,
you want them then pay for em,
and niggas talk fly but im space gone up out of here,

[chorus:]
i never sleep but i got big dreams,
lil nigga i do big things,
you know its everything that it seems,
they say my life is like the big screen (big screen),
i fill my bank with every 16,
my money straight and my bitch mean,
you should wait and get a ticket please,
they say my lifes like the big screen (big screen),

i feel like a desperado, on the track i just kick it like rihlo
see me on the tv ya i be in grind mode,
but please believe im in the streets like pot holes,
Antonio no guitar tho, only instrumental is that pistol,
need a right hand so i fucks with chevy,
and underneath the wing so i hustle heavy,
tatted on my face, chest, neck, hand, stomach,
been on that paper chase since that cake start runnin,
never touched the brick, i aint never slung no drugs,
i still get a feeling when i see that gold car coming,
got my pops old soul, im a 80s baby,
moms smoke hella weed im a wavy baby,
you mr me 2, and you need fuel man,
you niggas see through air,

[chorus]

WIZ KHALIFA Ballin Freestyle

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WIZ KHALIFA Ballin Freestyle Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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I dream of cush blunts, hot fashion and females
She never smoked one below way the weed smells
Pistols in the front, chopper on the back porch
Lord knows I wanna teach him but he asked for
... words, let my money do the talking
I think the game needs some change like you kill for parking
We're to blame, you motherfuckers ground control
We escape, skip the rates, pick a cloud and go
My... bow ratio, bisexual, bad everything I want soon as I let them know
I snap my fingers and God wild be there to...
Call me the deep and you try and sing like the London Bridge
Big city smoke problems, hate me cause I get a plate off it
What are they starving? Where I'm at?... say you got another question,.. it
Ask me if I'm falling
Wow.

WIZ KHALIFA ATL Freestyle

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WIZ KHALIFA ATL Freestyle Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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Life's good, so I'm feeling great call me out of town shawty every week a different state.
Three cell phones, pennslyvania plates.
Hold up, hold up, hold up I said,
Life's good, so I'm feeling great call me out of town shawty every week a different state.
Three cell phones, pennslyvania plates on a 4 month run tryna get my money straight.
I'm bout cake, it keep the world turning, hundred thousand dollar earning while I'm big JOINT burning.
And to these hoes Ima pimp like iceberg, probably hurt your feelings if I told you what the ice worth.
A couple grand, I'll hit you with a nice verse, kush when I land mix it in when I light purp.
And I light purp, I fuck with kush more niggas talking wreckless I'll exepect that's what the hoods for.
What up Hazelwood? Nigga oowoo I'm a rap experimenting era like a blue tooth,
and my money all old but my shoes new, all these karats got your girl open like a moon roof.
Nigga who you? Nigga who we? We the Taylor Gang they be like oowee.
They be like who he? That's Young Khalifa man flyer then a ceiling fan always got a group of fans.
I keep a groupie hoe, always got a group of dough, all up in my pocket,
I don't need a wallet, rubberbands popping, yall niggas ain't getting stacks,
might as well sit back and relax and.
Watch what we doing, don't watch me.
Watch flavor of love or something on T.V.
But this is T.V. Nigga HD you cant afford me.
ha ha ha ha ha

WIZ KHALIFA All Day

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WIZ KHALIFA All Day Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Intro - Wiz Khalifa (John Cena):]
Uhh, uhh
(Wiz, Wiz, I'ma help you re-educate the masses right now)
You know where I'm from
You know where I'm from
You know where I'm from

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uhh, growin up in that slum
Tatted all on my chest just to let y'all know where I'm from
Uhh, haters I don't see none
Goin hard e'ry day, Lord knows I want the best for my son
So I got Chuck Taylors on my feet, and I got bent smokin my chief
And I got all my dogs with me, anyone starvin man they gon' eat
And we don't do deceit, we do real big receipts
We do first class cabin seats, if you ain't gon' stand for nothin have a seat

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa:]
Cause I'm REAL ONE, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day
Goin hard, that's all day, I'm gettin money the long way
I'm a REAL ONE, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day
Goin hard, that's all day, I'm gettin money the long way
I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin all dayyyyyyy
I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin all dayyyyyyy
Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y
Nah nah n-n-nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyyyy-y-y-y

[John Cena:]
Looks like you lettin 'em know what goin all day is all about
Well, that's Mr. All Day

Y'all 'bout to find God, make you a instant preacher
They should've never let, Cena spit with Wiz Khalifa
We all day fam, hotter than a sauna
I'm not from Chi city, but I'm +Common+ on +The Corner+
W-we always hustle hard, you ballin incidental
I-I'm 'bout to go on trial, murderin instrumentals
I dumb it down for you, I keep it simple son
I need four fingers, I'm givin you the middle one

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm tryin to tell these boys I ain't lyin
Put it in they faces so they can get they cake like mine
But man they keep hatin and I can't see the reason why
Why when I get a plate they keep tryin to take it
Put 'em in they places

[Chorus]

WIZ KHALIFA Air Born

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WIZ KHALIFA Air Born Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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Yeahh
Damn
Hold on turn me up a little bit more
Yeahh bitch
Always wanted to do this shit
This is it what
Leutenant (in front of?)
Ugh ugh ugh nigga yeah
Fresh up off the plane
Real niggas embrace my music
And bitches go insane
Even the kids growing up the gang?
They don't bother pronouncing my name
They just look at my chain
Boy how much you spent on it?
This ain't nothing but hard work
And what you can get from it
Ain't no toilet paper
But this smell like the shit don't it?
Smoking chronic and drinking pints
Till we get sick stomachs
And them suckers ain't gotta like it
Cause your bitch love it
I'm a roll it she gon light it, she tell me she in desperate need of a pilot
I told her kick her feet up
We gon go to the crib
Soon as I roll this weed up
Call some friends of yours and we gon all have a smoke out
You ain't gotta hold it too long
This is rapper weed
Couple hits is all you go need

WIZ KHALIFA No Social Media

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WIZ KHALIFA No Social Media Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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I said let's go, not let's wait

Girl I'm tryna fuck with you with no social media
Take you to a private place with no social media
Girl you look so good when you got no social media
Bring my friends, you bring some too, just no social media

My word is bond, my kush is strong
My money long, my dick the bomb
I'm still the same, I'll never change
I'll still fuck a bitch out a wedding ring on everything
Dark skin, got a light skin friend poppin'
In the '62 coup�, ass droppin'
Baby press silent, we don't need our phones
And mothafuck a charger, you can leave it home
Don't keep going on your phone, I'm starting to getting upset
Cause you wouldn't be shit without the internet
I don't give a fuck bout how many likes you get
Fuck a selfie stick, suck a healthy dick, bitch!

Girl I'm tryna fuck with you with no social media
Take you to a private place with no social media
Girl you look so good when you got no social media
Bring my friends, you bring some too just no social media

[Snoop Dogg:]
Jumped out the back of a black Sprinter van
On Crip cuz, headed to the strip club
Walked in bad bitches all in my face, want a pick, want some dick
Want some Henny, have a taste on me
So G, I ain't fucking with no TMZ
Get your girls and you follow me, all on me, swallow me
Slide out, bout to dip, take a trip, plead the fifth
Ride out, back door, black tint, beat me there, don't meet me there
You and your girl need to fuck with a G but no social media
Leave your purse and your phone at the door on the low
Ain't no social media (tell 'em Wiz)

Girl I'm tryna fuck with you with no social media
Take you to a private place with no social media
Girl you look so good when you got no social media
Bring my friends, you bring some too just no social media

Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah
Let's do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah
Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah
Let's do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah
Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah
Let's do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah
Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah
Let's do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah

WIZ KHALIFA King Of Everything

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WIZ KHALIFA King Of Everything Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it
Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it
If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper
Fuck a bitch, soon as my iPhone ring I see you later
Hop on in the Chevy, grab my keys and then I'm outtie
First thing, If it's 'bout that cheese, then I'm about it
I be stacking up, got no time for niggas hating
Low we backing up, keep that clean and watch some Daytons
Cruising down the street, hear my car before it's coming
Fuck the police, windows down, I'm smoking something
And my bitch bad, she gon' ride If shit get crazy
Goons messed up, they gon' slide you try to play me
Since a young nigga, kept that pack up in the telly
Since a young nigga, been had tats like Makaveli
Shoot for fun nigga
My niggas bust, you better run nigga
King of fucking everything

Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna [x4]

When I touch down, have that pack, you fucking with me
Fuck the bitch once, she talkin' about she love with me
Let her smoke weed, drink champagne, do drugs with me
We go out of town, dinner at TAO, do clubs with me
What you niggas think, got more bank than And more ranks
Smoking weed with some bitches in the club who don't drink
Talkin' about they get money, they got expensive taste
So I put it in her mouth and sent 'em both on their way
I'll be there for one night, don't give a fuck if I stay
Spent a couple hundred thousand in a couple of days
Smoke a pound in my suite and then come up with a plate
Bitch came over to my crib and had a comfortable stay
She feeling my car, she feeling my chain
She think I'm a star, I'm feeling the same
I take her abroad, I fuck her insane
I'm switching up broads, I'm killing the game
Long range
King of fucking everything

Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna [x4]

WIZ KHALIFA Burn Slow

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WIZ KHALIFA Burn Slow Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Swae Lee (Wiz Khalifa):]
(Niggas gonna need a nap in a little bit)
Burn slow (Get back up from a trap nap)
Burn slow, burn slow
(I'm burning slow right now)
Burn slow
(I'm at the end of the inscent)
Burn slow, burn slow
(Niggas ain't got kids)
Burn slow, burn slow

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Nobody open the door
Homie I blow by the �O�
Burning it down, good shit is all that I know
I done had all that before
Shawty a pro, told her get down on the floor
She take it all in her throat
She wanna go, smell the weed all in my clothes
Fuck her, don't need her no more
Six in a row, get a bitch, give her the bone
Break her like six in them stones
Niggas so cold, thinking I sit in the snow
I keep a bitch getting stoned
Smoke in my home, all my whips covered in chrome
All my dips love giving dome
Get it to go, back to my crib stuffing cones
Y'all either kids or my clones
We turnt up on marijuana and champagne
Them niggas talk who they are, but they don't do a thing
Can't tell me I ain't drunk, I'm on that water in a cup
Different strokes, find me a bitch I can poke
I'mma go get me an O and

[Swae Lee:]
Burn slow, burn slow [x4]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Got a couple thousand dollars and some change rolled up
I get money every day so everything's on us
I got my own strain, it come with my name
Go straight to the brain, your shit ain't the same
A different lane, we sipping champagne
I been in the game, just give me a flame
She looking for change, I'm rolling up Jane
I'm balling insane, got more than six rings
In love with my slang, I'm puffing a J
I hunt her today, come up with a play
Most of these niggas be wanting to cuff on a bitch
I just be up in the way, stuff in the safe
I'm loving the race, stuck in first place
Fuck her for days
Them niggas wanna talk about it but they don't wanna roll
What it takes to be a real G, they don't even know
I go to her page, she come to my place
It look like a maze, we roll up a plane
She look at my change, she start giving brain
If they ain't the gang, then we ain't the same

[Swae Lee:]
Burn slow, burn slow [x4]

WIZ KHALIFA Fucc Day

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WIZ KHALIFA Fucc Day Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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Hey baby what are you doing? Oh... well I miss you. But, I'm up right now.
And I just wanna know if you wanna send something through, I really want that dick so bad

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

You gone call me up on the phone
I was rollin' in the studio
I was workin' on a new song
You was on all at the pole
You was back and forth with your friends
I was ridin' round in a Benz
I'mma roll up paper plane
I'mma take it straight to the bank
I'mma come over when I say
I'mma come over when it's done, babe
Get you what you want when you say
Make you run from me cause you're worth it
I be on the phone with your girl
Facetime when you get lonely
Got me catchin' feelin's that's strangers
Call me up when you wanna bone

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

You could be the clothes off
I'mma take my shirt off
I'mma leave my chain on
Fuck you all night long
I'mma do it all night
You gone suck it real light
Shawty you a professional
Fuck you like I never wanna let you go
Never let your man know
Your man he a bozo
This money comin' slow-mo
He ain't gettin' no dough
I'm ridin' in a two door
Fuck you and you want some more
Fuck you on the bed then you on the floor
Fuck you on the shower
Fuck you like you never had this shit before

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

We could do it in the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Take shots in the daytime
Get drunk in the daytime, daytime

Uh that shit was so good, I can't wait to see you again tomorrow.
Like the way that you just had me bent over, like that shit was just too good, fuck...

WIZ KHALIFA Left

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WIZ KHALIFA Left Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Wiz Khalifa:]
I done smoked weed with the best of them
I got me more money than the rest of them
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

Weed and some gin, weed and some gin
She wanna fuck me and her friend, me and her friend
Be there once, we'll be there again, be there again
Fuck her once, then seen in a win, all these Benjamins
Got me spendin' cake like a nigga baked it
Stay away from all the hate, I don't do the fake shit
I got more money to make and soon as I make it
I'ma split it with my gang, sorry if you ain't in
Rollin' weed up on the plane, only smokin' papers
Run up on your main bitch, teach her how to take dick
She ain't even say shit, other niggas' basic
I'm on some outer space shit, come and ride my spaceship
Fucked her and she came quick

I done smoked weed with the best of them
I got me more money than the rest of them
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

[Yo Gotti:]
I'm intact, I can't fuck with you fuckboys
I'm multi, Tiffany my new toy
Just pulled up in a foreign with a foreigner
Your bitch textin' my phone but I'm ignorin' her
I guess it goes down in the DM
Now I'm burnin' head in the PM
Havin' problems in your house, it might be my fault
I just knocked your bitch on a IO Hawk
Fuck a hater, get some money, yeah them my thoughts
Brown bags in the closet, that's my fault
Bitches fuckin' for designer, niggas killin' for attention
Talkin' million dollar shit when they ain't even seen a million

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I done smoked weed with the best of them
I got me more money than the rest of them
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
Left of 'em, ain't too many left of 'em
I'm just doin' big things, I'm finessin' them
Real niggas, ain't too many left of 'em

WIZ KHALIFA Gangster 101

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WIZ KHALIFA Gangster 101 Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Wiz Khalifa:]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Called some friends, told her call some friends
Pour some juice and Gin
We go in, we be going in
We don't know the end
Pour some Gin, she want some more Henn
I'm late for level ten
Love again, never love again, never love again
Niggas talk down, really mean it cause it's all for fame
Look at me, look into my eyes, I been through some pain
Lost some change, then bounced back again
Gave some niggas game, y'all some lames, y'all some lames
Y'all some, y'all some lames
I'm just counting up this money, rolling up a plane
Niggas in my lane, so I'm focused on some other things
When you a boss in the game you show hella patience
Niggas going on your page, don't know where the bank is
She keep blowing up my phone, said she wanna play
Spent one night at my crib, say she wanna stay
I do what I want to, say what I wanna say
I been hustlin', hustlin', I been hustlin'

[Wiz Khalifa (King Los):]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't have hit that KK)

[King Los:]
Oh, shit, hold up, hold up, bro I'm focused
Roll up, blow and choke it
Water don't approach us
Fucked the hoe with magic, call it hocus pocus
Los the dopest spoken, flow and stroke the coldest
Stroked the hoe and told her, Woah, woah, woah catch it all
Like Pokemon then poke the poke to free 'em
Hokey Pokey, put your left foot in
I put the effort in, don't eff with them
I chef with the same shit I'm left with
Cooking with the left, boy, I'm Stephen
Wicked with the right like I'm Leftwich
Spit it to a dyke, get the leverage
Kick it for a night, that's the blessin'
Might hit it twice if I'm guessin'
She'll probably bring her wife to the session
Bitch on wood like Spike at the Knick game
Nice with the dick game, slurp game, twerk game
Pipe in a chick frame, twenty-four seven
More money, more blessings
I ain't got fifty cents for the bitch
I don't ask her twenty-one questions
My nigga's flip yayo, I just put the bucks in the bank
Keep it G with the niggas 'round the way though
You knit that together, you get that
You chit-chat too much, you're a bitch ass nigga
A big ass bitch, that's a BBW
I'm a eighties baby, that's BB's on BMW's
You PMS cause you BS, I serve niggas like UPS
The groupies sweat the coupe
The Gucci sweats, the retro sneaks
The groove too fresh, the proven best
The cool respect the cool
So who are you, the spectical
The new special dude, the next to rule
The extra ruse, I'm extra rude
My ex could prove that I had to make an extra move now...

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, 100k to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
Shawty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?

WIZ KHALIFA Call Again

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WIZ KHALIFA Call Again Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Wiz Khalifa:]
Time and time again
I tell 'em I don't love 'em I just fuck 'em
Then I move on to another one, pass 'em to my brother
Get that pussy under cover, got her ass from her mother
Got my weed straight from Berner, you a nerd so you cuff her
I could hardly trust these bitches I learn they no sucker
On that gas like a trucker, smack the ass when I fuck her
I get plenty love, it's all of the above
I'm on Gin and drugs, give me some
Then it's straight to the club, pockets feelin' numb
Niggas love trynna hate on us, they ain't real enough
Always feelin' building up, young and I'm rich as fuck
Text your bitch, I ain't trynna Netflix Chill with her
I'mma roll and drink, give her the best dick she ever had
She don't fuck then I'mma get her bestfriend instead of her
My cash is irregular, I bag bitches everywhere
Got some clothes still got on the tags that I don't never wear
You on last smokin' doin' dabs I run through the cash

They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign
You don't believe in what you hear, it's all the same
You been here time to time, you heard it all before
After I fuck you once I'll never call again

[Problem:]
These bitches be like
Dick hoppin', clique hoppin' for better positions
Pillow talking to any nigga payin' attention
They on a mission tryna fog up a players vision
Fuck then I'm finished, before you leave bitch go clean that kitchen
I ain't gon lie oh yeah the Chachi was a victim once
Before that happens again you will catch me smokin' blunts
And all I do is papers, all I'm bout is paper
Love you for the night, tomorrow we are strangers
You ain't gotta call cause I ain�t
Textin' Can we kick it? no reply
You text again like I thought we had a connection
I texted back Bitch I ain't that type of guy
Gang over everything
Taylor, Diamond Lane we the reconnected
Bombay and bomb dick bitch is better then expected
Bossed up, fuckin' top so you better no disrespect
It's Compton to the fuckin' burbs we connected
Hit the exit

[Wiz Khalifa:]
They tryna argue nah they lay with all this foreign
You don't believe in what you hear, it's all the same
You been here time to time, you heard it all before
After I fuck you once I'll never call again

[Juicy J speaks]

WIZ KHALIFA Finish Line

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WIZ KHALIFA Finish Line Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, first place, first place, she want first place
First place, hit a home run, skipped first base
She want first place, first place
Not the runner up, she want first place
Cross the finish line, she in first place
First place, first place, first place
First place, first place, first place

Met her at the club, took her back to my hotel
Say she got a man, fuck her, when she won't tell
Leavin' out the crib high as fuck with no plane
Rollin' Mary J, now I smoke every day
I blow KK on the regular
Fuck me like you said you would
She ain't down to do it, get another bitch instead of her
Bombay on my breathe and all my niggas on your left
Took all your bitches, ain't nothin' left
She sucked a dick, she passed the test
She don't want the runner up, she want first place
Went to [?] and fucked her on the first date
Bitches love Young Khalifa in the worst way
I fuck 'em once and pass 'em off cause I ain't thirsty
Cake like it's my birthday
I sent ya on the lurker page
She come to the show and break me off now she in first place
She skip past them bitches bullshit and she in first place
Her friend eat it while she suck this dick, now she in first place
Put it all in her face

Uh, first place, first place, she want first place
First place, hit a home run, skipped first base
She want first place, first place
Not the runner up, she want first place
Cross the finish line, she in first place
First place, first place, first place
First place, first place, first place

[Project Pat:]
Macaroni, pretty Tony, I'm just tryna make the bitch
Pimp, player, ho layer, I'm just tryna break the bitch
Bottom bitch, real slick, you got skills to make me rich
Poodle noodles, face like a poodle ass takin' shit
Double dick
Down south bitch eat that cornbread
Bounce that ass on a hard dick with some warm head
Graffiti on her body, I see she got long weave
Maserati, go to my goal on my skis
And she got a job with a salary
The bitch went to Howard University
Credit good, she can take me on a shoppin' spree
Baby daddy wanna hold her back, lock and key
In the back of the Ghost, gave me head, wasn't scared
She understood in life you gotta cheat to get ahead
It was our first date, I couldn't let her skate
She wanted first place, so I shot a nut in her face

WIZ KHALIFA No Worries

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WIZ KHALIFA No Worries Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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[Wiz Khalifa:]
This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

Top spot, catch me at the top spot
Wouldn't have made it where I'm at if I didn't know a lot
Progress helped me grow a lot
Hit my money, show a lot
Roll my weed up, smoke a lot
Pulled new cars off the parkin' lot
And old ones too
Show love, that's what real ones do
Get my cake long and stay strong
Put my niggas on too
My whips so foreign
My team ballin', my bitch bad, she keep callin'
Them niggas talk? We got heat for 'em
Been in the game, don't sleep on 'em
Hundred K, that's cheap for 'em
What you spend that in a week for?
What you still tryna keep her for?
She was mine, you just think she yours
Chauffeur, I don't open doors
Fly private, know the pilot
On my shit, nigga I'm lit
Got your bitch on my dick
That's Taylor Gang

This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

[Chevy Woods:]
I seen it all before, I seen it all before
I gave it to her once and now she wantin' more
Ain't here for all the talk cause I'm just tryna score
That paper pilin' up, that's what they hate me for
I'm on that boss shit, that boss shit
Chasin' money like fuck the talkin'
That ain't a topic, hit your top and
That's a problem, gon' need a medic or a doctor
[?] gon' call 'em, that's just the options
You talkin' like you on molly, someone stop him
They plottin' like we should rob 'em
They want my riches man
I'm wealthy and them niggas sorry
Ain't got no bitches
Just watch me pull up in 'Raris
Hittin' switches

[Wiz Khalifa:]
This the life we chose, money, cars, and clothes
Takin' trips to different places, livin' like we supposed to
I've been on the road, she outta control
Niggas say they gettin' cake but they ain't even close
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got
I'm just focused on what I'm gettin'
I ain't worried about what I don't got

WIZ KHALIFA Shit Starters

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WIZ KHALIFA Shit Starters Lyrics, singer by WIZ KHALIFA

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Man, I heard some crazy ass shit about some shit I never heard before. Then I met that bitch. I was like, damn.

She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters
She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

She got Taylor Gang tatted on her body
Tryna fuck her friend right after the party
She gon' crush it up, put it in a bottle
Told her I ain't ever fucked a hoe off the molly
She was lookin' at me like I was crazy
Take the shit starter, girl don't try to play me
Got a girl on a girl, that's a great team
She be suckin' everything, fuckin' everything

She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters
She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters

[2 Chainz:]
I walk around with bands, I done ran up
Wanted a Bentley, now I want a Lamb' truck
Yeah I got the fix like a handyman
I might take a Xan, fly to Amsterdam
I am with the shits, need a Wet Wipe
My neighbor use antennas for a crackpipe (woah, truuuu)
Pocket full of percs with a 10 on 'em
Pocket full of 100s, not a 10 on 'em
Used to get my cars straight from Hertz
I'ma put my thumb up her skirt
I'ma put my finger on her clit
Couple middle fingers to your clique
All I really need is a shit starter
Smoked a zip and a half, nigga, six quarters
Suede wallpaper, raw paper got me Asian
She want a plastic bag full of caucasian

She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters
She be in the club off them shit starters
She take all them drugs, that's them shit starters
Tryna fuck a model off them shit starters
Boy don't touch that bottle, that's them shit starters