Wiz Khalifa – Lit – Lyrics

Lit by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook]
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

[Verse]
Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics
I'm rollin' a J up, I'm lovin' the fragrance
I'm hardly on time cause my mind is where space is
But I always on grind cause that's how my fam raised me
Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy
Love marijuana, smoke on the daily
Smoke wit' my mama, roll one for my lady
Blow the whole pound now, come up from a AV
I'm lettin' the top down, and countin' them faces
I'm blowin' the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors
I'm smokin' in public, they stare in amazement
I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places

[Hook]
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

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Wiz Khalifa – No Permission – Lyrics

No Permission by Wiz Khalifa

[Intro]
When I ride by
I want you to see what I see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit's very clear, ugh

[Verse]
Pass me a joint, guarantee I'mma hit it
Come to that life, I don't talk it, I live it
I got a old school ass car you can sit in
I got a crib you probably can't get in
I got a pound, we can grind it and twist it
I been at work on the grind for a minute
Smokin' that loud and still mindin' my business
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Countin' my benjis
Puttin' it all in the bank but don't really mind if I spend it
Can't take it? don't cross the line when you finish
When you stay all on your grind you can get it
When we be fuckin' I'm climbin' up in it
She fuck with me because I got the vision
Haters be talkin', don't mind 'em, don't listen
Duckin' them shots, that's divine intervention
I be so high, try me, come visit
You make a choice, hope you like the decision
Come to my crib, we can spark and get lifted
Go off the smoke just like I'm a magician
Ain't fuck with me? Then she prolly was trippin'
Lightin' 'em up just like the electricians
Get to this money, get high my intentions
Roll me one up that's as loud as the engine
She fuck with me because I got the vision
I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen
When we together we stick to the mission
Sparkin' that weed up without no permission
She fuck with me because I got the vision
I fuck with her, when I'm talkin', she listen
When we together we stick to the mission
Rollin' that weed up without no permission

[Outro]
Oh, oh, money come and money go
And stay the same no
Oh, oh, money come and money go
And stay the same no

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Wiz Khalifa – See You Again – Lyrics

See You Again by Wiz Khalifa

It's been a long day without you my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

We've come a long way from where we began

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

When I see you again

Damn who knew all the planes we flew

Good things we've been through

That I'll be standing right here

Talking to you about another path I

Know we loved to hit the road and laugh

But something told me that it wouldn't last

Had to switch up look at things different see the bigger picture

Those were the days hard work forever pays now I see you in a better place

How could we not talk about family when family's all that we got?

Everything I went through you were standing there by my side

And now you gonna be with me for the last ride

It's been a long day without you my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

We've come a long way from where we began

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

when I see you again

First you both go out your way

And the vibe is feeling strong and what's

Small turn to a friendship, a friendship

Turn into a bond and that bond will never

Be broken and the love will never get lost

And when brotherhood come first then the line

Will never be crossed established it on our own

When that line had to be drawn and that line is what

We reach so remember me when I'm gone

How could we not talk about family when family's all that we got?

Everything I went through you were standing there by my side

And now you gonna be with me for the last ride

So let the light guide your way hold every memory

As you go and every road you take will always lead you home

It's been a long day without you my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

We've come a long way from where we began

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

When I see you again

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Wiz Khalifa – Judge It – Lyrics

Judge It by Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Pushin' your buttons, you ain't sayin' nothin'

That's an understatement

Grabbin' my keys and walkin' out, you takin' me places

Hidin' my weed

I text you before I leave that I'll be back but you ain't hearin' that

All you've been hearin' is my car steerin'

Smokin' weed all night with my friends

Hangin' out, you waitin' up for me to come in to the door

And it ain't like you don't want this anymore

But it's some shit that need worked on

Like each and every night I need to work

Tell me I need to slow shit down to make some time for her

That's when the drama start

You sayin' shit like you ain't got a heart

I'm walkin' around like I ain't got a problem

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

(?) fuckin'

I ain't gonna judge ya

Lets just fuck all night and talk about it in the mornin'

Let's talk about it in the mornin'

Let's talk about it in the mornin'

In the mornin', in the mornin', in the mornin'

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Always at home claimin' you spend too much time alone

The other niggas did you wrong and now I'm the one

Yeah right, look at what they did, now look at what I did

Not to mention I was the most faithful nigga in existence

But when it goes down that's how they flip shit

I'm too high, too lifted

Too fly, too gifted

I need a break from LA, go back to my home state

Let you play the victim, I'll be straight

Hit the (?) get back to my cake

See my son, kiss him on his face

When in the public watch what you say, kay?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]

We don't gotta talk about it now

Just let me take you down

In the mornin' when we yawnin' I'mma get one more in

I know I got you high, you ain't even hit the weed and I got you high

I know I got you high, Young Khalifa man and the Dolla $ign

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

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Wiz Khalifa – Uber Driver – Lyrics

Uber Driver by Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]

What's the time zone?

I could count this money with my eyes closed

No he didn't, baby I know

Cop another ride off of my iPhone

High off marijuana but I ride low

Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me

Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk

Call an uber for the night, your broad with me

KK in the jar, jugging all through the city

Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly

Then take it off

All this money I make and I'm going stronger

And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it

Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic

Work for everything you can't take it

All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with

Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit

[Chorus]

I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper

I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole

I do just what I want don't see myself turn in to no one

Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved

[Verse 2 - Curren$y]

Bong rips

Double SS, oh yes it's the OG

Bitch you guessed it, no question

Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapon

Finnesin, that's how we bring them checks in

Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one

Her best friend, rolling more blessings

Got doobies in my Louie for protection

But you still smell them

I'm too gone off this [?] to maneuver, I might have to call an uber

Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver

So we got action, I'm not about to pass it

I got barriers, pick one out this batch and you can have it

I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so

Talking million dollars you know

[Chorus]

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Wiz Khalifa – Post Up – Lyrics

Post Up by Wiz Khalifa

[Pre-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

I took your bitch, that's right

Money keep coming, that's right

Only ride foreign, that's right

Whole team on, that's right

My niggas gon' ride, that's right

My niggas gon' shoot, not fight

Whether wrong or right

That's right, that's right

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]

Two clubs in one night

25 bands, one night

Kush up in that Raw

Purple in that Sprite

Them hoes in rotation

Money my motivation

Money make her cum

And I'mma make her taste it

Put it in the neck, I'ma make her gag on it

Head in the 'Rari, that's how you blow a hundred

Hoes come and go

I'ma fuck and I don't want 'em

Hoes like J's, wear 'em once then I don't want 'em

Swerve, hit the corner, in the California

Running through these hoes, like I play for Minnesota

She turn off her phone, cause nigga you a sucker

Police ask, nigga tell 'em start cuffin'

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

That's right she posted in my whip

Posted on my dick

She supposed to be with a nigga

But she posted with my clique

Right her posted in my whip

Posted on my dick

She supposed to be in your work

But she posted with my clique

I told her, post up here

I told her, post up here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Girl your face looking gorgeous

And my cash is retarted

Need a 5 year plan, cause that ass is enormous

They keep telling you to stop

Bet this cash make you want it

Girl quit acting you like shy

Grab this dick and jump up on it

I was way out in New York

We we're smoking California

She can't wait to tell her friends

Talk about in the morning

Beat it like she stole it

Sleeping like she in a coma

You just wish, she wanna be a fool

Think you control her

Crouple grand in a rubber band, you know I'm the man

What you saying, baby what you saying

Tell me what's the plan

Is you plan, is that bitch a ten

Bands will make her dance

Seen my action, she was not a fan

Damn...

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]

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Wiz Khalifa – See You Again – Lyrics

See You Again by Wiz Khalifa

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Wiz Khalifa – Beautiful People – Lyrics

Beautiful People by Wiz Khalifa

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Wiz Khalifa – Go Hard Or Go Home – Lyrics

Go Hard Or Go Home by Wiz Khalifa

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Wiz Khalifa – Smoke Chambers – Lyrics

Smoke Chambers by Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1]

Back when I was a kid I used to drive alone

Always feeling like I was stuck out here on my own

Now my pockets is full and I'm still riding slow

What goes on in my head, don't nobody really know

I'm in the light, all on my life get put on display

Nothing to call my own, ducking, dodging everyday

Put that camera phone away and keep it real with me

Time to time again I'm searching for reality

And feeling so alone

[Chorus]

Alone again (x3)

Alone...

[Verse 2]

I'm smoking that weed everyday but never hide my faith

They calling my phone, I don't even got the time a day

Don't know their motives anymore that's why I hesitate

I'm tired of partying, getting drunk, I'm trying to elevate

I remember back in the day, I ain't had no cash

I was coming up off of nothing hoping it would last

Now it's 2015 and I got it all

Feeling like I did, when I started on my own

Out here all alone

[Chorus]

Alone again (x3)

Alone...

[Outro]

No use looking out

It's within that brings that

Lonely feeling

Understand that when you leave here

You'll be clear

Among the better men

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Wiz Khalifa – So High – Lyrics

So High by Wiz Khalifa

Remember this shit right here?

This what we do. W-E-E-D

I shouldn't have to tell you to roll up the blunts

They should already be lit. Bitch

Niggas always ask me why I get

I tell 'em mind they fuckin' buisness

I'm tryna' find a couple Swishers

I think I bought a box and don't remember

They watchin' this boy

You see that smoke comin' out my windows?

I keeps Urkle like the Winslows

You smell purple when the wind blows

Don't know how I wake up sober

I got to sleep

Can't even keep my eyes open

'Member first time I tried smoking, Wiz

Damn near thought I'z gone die chokin'

Smoke Kush, so that's probably why I look

Eye's gettin' red, mouth all dry

My memory, yo

Took a trip out to Cali

And man I've never been

Before or even after dat

Me and my niggas roll 'em back to back

Until we get

Yeahh

On the road roll thirty blunts before a show

They like how do you perform

I say this is what I duz

You could say yeah, I love mah drugs

Matter uh fact roll another one

Calm mah buzz

I get er'body in this bitch

Brought the Chronic

Er'body get a spliff

Don't smoke, get a tiny little whiff

And be feelin'

Smoking in my car

Don't even know to drive my whip

Roll another one when the first blunt's lit

My energy, yo

It's fadin away

Yeahh

You know, keep that cloud a smoke

Man, stay rollin' up them Swishers

Pullin' out dat bag

Yeahh

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Wiz Khalifa – Promises – Lyrics

Promises by Wiz Khalifa

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Wiz Khalifa – You And Your Friends – Lyrics

You And Your Friends by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook]

I got all these J's rolled up

And got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, ball

I got all these J's rolled up

And got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, ball

[Wiz Khalifa]

You and your friends, up in my car

Rolling up J's, flying with the stars

Don't gotta ask the price 'cause you already know

Watch full of ice, no light it still glow

With you and your friends, me and my dogs

Left your nigga to be with my squad

He talk a lot of shit, but he ain't really on

He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like

Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy

I want you to be my lady

Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain't hating

I got all these J's rolled up

And got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, ball

[Snoop Dogg]

I'm parked outside in a Range Rover

Coke white, so tight, game over

Coupe to the block, bop to the bang

Car full of girls in a blue Mustang

Four y'all, more y'all, caravan

V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand

Wobble again

I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame

On the highway, just me and Wiz

With a dirt dozen, about to handle this

Was they cousins or was they twins?

I love it when they both go all in

Like that, this one and that one

See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one

Bet she pay what she weigh

I'm looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

I got all these J's rolled up

And got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, ball

I got all these J's rolled up

And got all these drinks poured up

I bought all these bottles up in this club

Came here with all of my dogs

But I'm tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends

Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends

You and your friends, ball

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Wiz Khalifa – We Dem Boyz (Remix) – Lyrics

We Dem Boyz (Remix) by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Now I've been in this game a long time, still get money

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer

Bitch we dem boys, nigga we the Beatles

1-8-7 no appeal, get it how you live

Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge

First round draft pick, hittas stay in the field

On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills

They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains

I'm so high up in the sky that my I won't get no service

Democracy be the dope, community in the choke

The warden just caught his case, he was looking forward to vote

Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser

I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]

From Fig row to the airport to them Iceland hoes

Head to London then to Paris, double sold out shows

Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up, stunt more

And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow

Niggas throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all, you can't touch this

Don't believe if my name involved in some punk shit

Half a mil a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll

Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though

Hold up, hol up, hol up, this game we play, you can't control us

Hol up, hol up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up

Hold up, hol up, my bitch her shape like Coca-Cola

Hold up, hol up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

[Verse 3: Nas]

I never give a rat a pass, it's the fattest ass that attracts me

How do I define Nasty? Ghastly

Explain Esco

Plain and simple - with a redbone in the Benz'o sippin' XO

From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one

The father of Destiny, Knight's pops, Will's man

Jungle's brother

Girl, I house you like the Jungle Brothers, understand

I shine before ya'll time

I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes

When dinner time and BBS's on tinted Saab's was getting robbed

I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it

That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut

We been 'em niggas that's been them niggas, ask any nigga

Mass Appeal, history, Henny sippers, let's get it nigga

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]

Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe

Drinkin' by the case, that be the reason why they hate

Fresh up outta cell to the seats of private planes

Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin' weed is my escape

Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight

Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie bank

Some niggas get put on, some niggas get played

Take another selfie, watch the lawyer beat the case

We Dem Boyz

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

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Wiz Khalifa – Ziplocc – Lyrics

Ziplocc by Wiz Khalifa

What is you sayin?

My money is sayin' I'm fresh off a plane

I'm rollin' a plane, go wild as you plan

Stick to the plan

The weed is so good it stick to my hand

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Wiz Khalifa – Dispensary – Lyrics

Dispensary by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

And my squad they be gettin' that dough

Gettin paid and we smoke

Taking them planes everywhere we go

Don't gotta ask cus you already know

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]

Heard you niggas was ballin'

We ain't nothing alike

Dug some crack in my palm, on them cold nights

Now it's just champagne, on cold ice

And expensive cars and all the women that we like

You never had conversations with bad bitches

Who don't need you

Give them the up all night and they gon' feed you

You be living fast, but the pays right

You ain't ready you short still gettin' stage fright

Bout a dollar, twistin' that marijuana

The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala

Got niggas actin' like bitches, bitches realer than niggas

Pussy that shit ain't knew I been hustlin' with killers

Seen so much when that trunk pop

See them red and blue lights and we don't stop

Damn, that's just what a nigga been through

What the fuck you want me to do? Real shit

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Hoppin' out that mofuckin'

Gettin' out that mofuckin'

I got so much mofuckin'

That I don't even mofuckin'

Why you niggas even mad at me

I'll gladly teach you niggas how to rap

You probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you ass backwards

And that's when something bad happens

You be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad average

You niggas lookin' like mad rappers

Pull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murda

Illest that you've heard of

Doin' shows with my shirt off

Problems with any of my dogs then they squared off

Heard of, feelings cus of the dollars I've been getting

Smoking joints with your women

And we all chillin', Taylor Gang

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Berner]

20 grand in each ear

Space Jam 11 got three pair

Weed so strong I don't need clear

My cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three years

The world keeps turning, and my girls keep working

Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting

Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick

The rims on the whip all chrome clipse

I'm fly really, I don't try

Red eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guy

Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap a bitch trappin'

And I ain't never gonna switch up

I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup

And if they hit us they gon' leave blood with us

Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker

Pardon me for smoking

[Hook]

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Wiz Khalifa – We Dem Boyz – Lyrics

We Dem Boyz by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook]

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 1]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle

Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck and swallow

Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow

Throwin money on her like she won the lotto

Pussy must be serious

Scared of heights come face your fears

Do it just like Nicki go on n bend it over

Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner

Young nigga but I'm ready

Oh, foreign girls call me sexy

And white girls gimme becky

But first I gotta roll this joint (?) Hol up, hol up

[Hook]

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 2]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy

Number 1, bitch you can't replace

Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me

You got a ass so fat lets make a baby

Damn, Im smokin weed in my mercedes

Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy

Man they money slim, they actin shady

Im in my brand new car, who wanna race?

Ho, ? so why you showin up?

Im takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up

Man on the low all these be actin so material

Hol up, man did you see her interior

[Hook]

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

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Wiz Khalifa – We Dem Boyz (Hol Up) – Lyrics

We Dem Boyz (Hol Up) by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook] (x2)

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 1]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle

Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck and swallow

Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow

Throwin money on her like she won the lotto

Pussy must be serious

Scared of heights come face your fears

Do it just like Nicki go on n bend it over

Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner

Young nigga but I'm ready

Oh, foreign girls call me sexy

And white girls gimme becky

But first I gotta roll this joint (?) Hol up, hol up

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy

Number 1, bitch you can't replace

Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me

You got a ass so fat lets make a baby

Damn, Im smokin weed in my mercedes

Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy

Man they money slim, they actin shady

Im in my brand new car, who wanna race?

Ho, ? so why you showin up?

Im takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up

Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material

Hol up, man did you see her interior

[Hook] (x2)

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Wiz Khalifa – We Dem Boyz – Lyrics

We Dem Boyz by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook]

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 1]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle

Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck and swallow

Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow

Throwin money on her like she won the lotto

Pussy must be serious

Scared of heights come face your fears

Do it just like Nicki go on n bend it over

Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner

Young nigga but I'm ready

Oh, foreign girls call me sexy

And white girls gimme becky

But first I gotta roll this joint (?) Hol up, hol up

[Hook]

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

[Verse 2]

Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy

Number 1, bitch you can't replace

Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me

You got a ass so fat lets make a baby

Damn, Im smokin weed in my mercedes

Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy

Man they money slim, they actin shady

Im in my brand new car, who wanna race?

Ho, ? so why you showin up?

Im takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up

Man on the low all these be actin so material

Hol up, man did you see her interior

[Hook]

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, we dem boyz

Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise

Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz

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Wiz Khalifa – Dispensary – Lyrics

Dispensary by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

And my squad they be gettin' that dough

Gettin paid and we smoke

Taking them planes everywhere we go

Don't gotta ask cus you already know

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]

Heard you niggas was ballin'

We ain't nothing alike

Dug some crack in my palm, on them cold nights

Now it's just champagne, on cold ice

And expensive cars and all the women that we like

You never had conversations with bad bitches

Who don't need you

Give them the up all night and they gon' feed you

You be living fast, but the pays right

You ain't ready you short still gettin' stage fright

Bout a dollar, twistin' that marijuana

The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala

Got niggas actin' like bitches, bitches realer than niggas

Pussy that shit ain't knew I been hustlin' with killers

Seen so much when that trunk pop

See them red and blue lights and we don't stop

Damn, that's just what a nigga been through

What the fuck you want me to do? Real shit

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Hoppin' out that mofuckin'

Gettin' out that mofuckin'

I got so much mofuckin'

That I don't even mofuckin'

Why you niggas even mad at me

I'll gladly teach you niggas how to rap

You probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you ass backwards

And that's when something bad happens

You be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad average

You niggas lookin' like mad rappers

Pull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murda

Illest that you've heard of

Doin' shows with my shirt off

Problems with any of my dogs then they squared off

Heard of, feelings cus of the dollars I've been getting

Smoking joints with your women

And we all chillin', Taylor Gang

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Berner]

20 grand in each ear

Space Jam 11 got three pair

Weed so strong I don't need clear

My cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three years

The world keeps turning, and my girls keep working

Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting

Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick

The rims on the whip all chrome clipse

I'm fly really, I don't try

Red eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guy

Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap a bitch trappin'

And I ain't never gonna switch up

I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup

And if they hit us they gon' leave blood with us

Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker

Pardon me for smoking

[Hook]

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