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Wiz Khalifa It's Nothing Lyrics

Lyrics It's Nothin Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Ugh, 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
F-ck 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
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing [x2]

[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]
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
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing [x2]

[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

[Hook]
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
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing [x2]

Wiz Khalifa - It's Nothin Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Never Been Part II Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics Never Been Part II

(Ft. Amber Rose & Rick Rose)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it's a lot
Really it's not to me, now grab some weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I prob'ly won't be up in there if I ain't got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I'm on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I'm just smoking, living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another Doobie
See what's new what's on Netflix, order another movie
See I'm smoking my best shit
Mo'fuckers ain't balling, so they're seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I'm up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I'm needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain't s'posed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don't even be on them jets
Man they don't even seeing them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga I be getting dough
Take her all the places that she never been befo'

[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don't give a f-ck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And f-ck that other shit that niggas talking about
I've never been, this high

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm in my Grand Natty, smoking on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor running, fantastic
Never the minor things, finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, bought me designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I'm getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So f-ck them other bitches, we onto other business
And f-ck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies, it's same game
Racked up, shawty Rose bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only f-ck with my niggas, pray we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish

[Hook: Amber Rose]
(Don't give a f-ck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And f-ck that other shit that niggas talking about
I've never been, this high

Wiz Khalifa Never Been Part II Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Mt. Money Lyrics

Mt. Money Lyrics Wiz Khalifa

(Ft. Fashawn)

[Intro]
Is this the top?
Cool
Ugh, they say we too rich
Too rich

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Ain't holding on to nothing, I've been trained to blow it
Pick your favorite place, I get the plane, we gone
Roll the marijuana right up where my job is
Getting all this money got me living lawless
Popping hella bottles don't care what it costs us
Started small time, now all my diamonds flawless
F-ck you talking bout b!tch my new watch just changed the game
Rich and all my niggas balling, call me Major Payne
I just spent some racks on all this fabric
And my stylist it say she got it
Swear to God is just like magic, cause the store didn't even have it
My flow is supersonic, b!tch I'm floating off that chronic

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa and Fashawn x2]
Champagne, I got lot of it, if it's new then I'm rocking it
Climbing all my money, standing on top of it
New chains I got 2 of those, lot of haters we through with those
Getting money and getting more

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
I used to smoking some OG, used to burn about an OZ
Sold weed that was '03, now a nigga need 4 keys
Bare arms, no sleeves, in my khaki shorts, no jeans
Shawn Don in my styrofoam, motherf-ck that codeine
I'm east side, so what, b!tch niggas got no nuts
Y'all B.G.'s, we grown ups, teach ya how to keep chrome tucked
Ain't a bad b!tch that I won't f-ck
And if her head good, she might can get her toes up
High socks and some low cuts, fat spliff I don't roll blunts
You shine while I glow chump (glow chump)
Not a day that I'm sober, on the block and I'm posted
Cork poppin', we toastin'

[Hook x2]
Champagne, I got lot of it, if it's new then I'm rocking it
Climbing all my money, standing on top of it
New chains I got 2 of those, lot of haters we through with those
Getting money and getting more

Wiz Khalifa Mt. Money Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa My Favorite Song Lyrics

(Ft. Juicy J)

[Hook:]
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Highly faded, but I'm highly paid so I just live my life
That shit you niggas tryna do, I guarantee I did it twice
They say life's a gamble, hit my joint and roll the dice
When you living this high, you can't be afraid of heights
Book my flight to Vegas, Will, 20 thou- to stay the night
Another 10 on champagne, my money long, I pay the price
Tired of niggas saying they in my gang cause dog, we ain't alike
I'm throwing money, when I walk up in this bitch, they know it's money
Money in my arms, other table full of money
Pocket full of joints I rolled, dropping ashes on my clothes
Balling super hard, smoking 'til I overdose
Hardly ever sober, bitch we party 'til it's over

[Hook]
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Niggas always hating on me, talking bout I'm balling too
Get your money up and quit your hating's what you oughta do
I been going hard since I was young when I was in my teens
I knew when I got older I'd be on, so now I'm doing my thing
Spending money, popping hella bottles, making niggas mad
Going places, rolling J's, I live the life you wish you had
Throwing out dollars bills, putting shit on my tab
Got a joint full of that OG, got a clique full of them OGs

[Verse 3: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
Trippy nigga hit the club, you know I be f-cked up
Chasing after model chicks, tryna get my f-cks up
Niggas handcuffing hoes, but them niggas know what's up
Y'all came to the club together, but that ho gon' leave with us
Break out the blue dream, e'rybody rolling up
Where the lean? Where the cups? Ho, it's time to po' it up
Tell the owner we ain't leavin', we gon' buy the whole club
(Now my dollars to the ceiling, and my card ain't got no limit)

[Hook]
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too

Wiz Khalifa My Favorite Song Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Taylor Hoe Lyrics

Everything is Taylor
Don't f-ck!
I'm on shit again nigga TGOD
And I said to the man
They said muthaf-cker plan

My flow so disgusting, hold on
My flow so disgusting, nigga stop your shit
Topic of discussion, at the boy that's on top
But they wish I wasn't, then they see me Bob at the two times three for kiss they cousin, ewww
But the real niggas love it, and they keep that hammer
You lil niggas can't touch this
And I'm too legit to quit
Too much grip to trip, if we don't smoking on be like this
The car I'm driving cause me a tick,
To whip all these diamonds and be on my d!ck
And it's all this grinding got me on the millions
It's all this time and I be in the trillions
You're on your iPhone taking pictures
I'm on the island screaming welcome faces
I'll take your money, you can keep your b!tches
Fake friends, I have those
My niggas up in your VIP,
Feel that thing with some bad hoes,
Some Bombay and some champagne
And some ashtrays for them airplanes
I'm throwing up my damn game
Cause it's Taylor gang over erythang

Ugh,
Taylor hoe, Taylor [x4]

Wiz Khalifa Taylor Hoe Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa California Lyrics

I'mma smoke a trippy stick on this one
Hash oil..

[Verse 1 : Wiz Khalifa]
Roll a joint, roll another one
When it's all said and done
I'll be at the top b!tch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, been pulling em off the lot
Don't even test drive it before I cop
Just ordered a yacht
We're at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I'm placing my wager
No need to care about how much paper I blow
Cause I been getting this money and stay on
A couple things that I know
I'm blowing this stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it's cologne
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I didn't make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I'm wrong
But I'm just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I'm gone
If you ain't talking money homie, you can't get a call
Cause this a muthaf-ckin life that you can't live at all
I'm getting high while I drive, I ain't thinking of y'all...

[Hook x2]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas

[Verse 2]
Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only different is that's me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause she can get crazy in this industry
All your friends become your enemies
That's why I stay down with the ones that's still with me
The niggas who started and they down ? the end with me
Make sure the positive energy be flowing
All the weed keep rolling
All of us keep getting high, the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Niggas keep hating, but baby I'mma keep ballin
Now I'm buying a steak on
On private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I'm cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
Ask my dealer how I look, that Ferrari option
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin..

[Hook x2]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas

Wiz Khalifa California Lyrics

Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa Smokin On Lyrics

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 drink, 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]
Uh, cut those cameras on cause my camera'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
Uh, 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 f-ck 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 bit will burn your chest, though
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no

[Snoop Dogg]
Let me turn you on to turn you out
To make you feel how you really wanna feel
For real, sho 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 stay, you might be most likely like shark bait
I might hate, but 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]
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 bit will burn your chest, though
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no

[Juicy J]
Yea nigga, I'm rolling up that high-grade
Chillin on the post, smoking like it's Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J's a high day
Think I'm Chinese cause my eyes straight
I threw up a 6 into a 20 ounce
Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces
Around that f-cked up Marley now I'm high as f-ck
Every Jacob seeing, Juicy screamin out: 'let's fade!'
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]
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 bit will burn your chest, though
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain't smokin' what we smokin, no

Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa Smokin On Lyrics

Chevy Woods Napkins Lyrics

Napkins Lyrics Chevy Woods Ft. Wiz Khalifa

I need my mother fucking keys
Bitch you got my beans
Give me those shits

Oh now i’m ready you stole my mother fucking car
Yeah spark one up
Begin

[2 x Hook:]
I’m getting faded while i drive
Got your bitch up in my ride
Smoke up in the car in this leather all inside
I’m playin old school pimpin
‘cause the bitch with me bad .. homie yeah we’re trippin.

67 in .. that’s what a lot of work
My bitch wanna hear the blow so i’ma need the fur
It’s never a ..never needed the work
I see you p**sy from the far in need of a skirt
You know i’d rather playin old school pimpin
Got your bitch with me homie ohh that’s why you’re trippin
Well let me get my luggage that car is bout your budget
She say i go fuck it …
She doing things for me that she don’t do it and you around
Prince of the city too buster down
A last can sport shit that’s cocaine
She doing what she doing i don’t know her name
But you say that ..girl and give her tornado
Got her cut up in my world with
You know i got the juice slow .. cups sipping slow

[2 x hook:]
I’m getting faded while i drive
Got your bitch up in my ride
Smoke up in the car in this leather all inside
I’m playin old school pimpin
Got your bitch with me bad .. homie
Yeah we’re trippin.

I’ve been wasting ..niggas trippie niggas
Always smoking with this niggas
If you got a zone and numbers to my phone and hit me nigga
Flashy nigga ..what ashes nigga
Get a drink loaded by the twice and passing nigga
Famous niggas at the party smell some weed and blamous nigga
You’d be what some smoking on and don’t know what the name is nigga
I’ll be with the gangest nigga ..we the gangest bitches
Standing on the couch is drinking, now the bottle taking pictures
Yeah and my car ain’t got no limit and my automor ..i got a .. i spin it
On the first class flight but i go profit in a minute
What you want i probably got it tryin to do i probably did it
ahh

And my gang so glitter
You nigga act like bitches
Emotional, usually smoke one for you haters
But right now i’m smoking too

[2x hook:]

Chevy Woods Ft. Wiz Khalifa Napkins Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Rich People Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Rich People Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa Rich People Lyrics

Nigga I smoke good everyday
I probably live the life that you wish you could everyday
You probably think I had it good, had it made
But nigga' I'm from the 'burg I was in the hood everyday
But now I'm hopping offa Jets
These people cutting me checks
And I say people cause I'm rich
And rich people show me respect (Show me respect)
This come from Atrium, he's from Collette
These diamonds I got on, they are baguettes
On DBS so all of ‘em see me, used to be just be that dude on the net
Now I'm all on your TV, butler and ask what I wanna get, Bentley or Lamborghini?
Just came home and made 200 grand blew it all in Waikiki
Just came home and made 200 grand blew it all on Luigi
Smoking on 8 ounces told myself ain't often that sleepy
Realest nigga out, it ain't hard to believe me
That's why all the people that you know try their hardest to be me

Cause nigga I smoke good everyday
I probably live the life that you wish you could everyday
You probably think I had it good got it made
But nigga' I'm from the 'burg now roll up the herb

Welcome to my house party (party) [Repeat: x4]

Wiz Khalifa Rich People Lyrics

from: HHL

Game Ft. B.o.B & Wiz Khalifa - Standing On A Corner Lyrics

Game Ft. B.o.B & Wiz Khalifa - Standing On A Corner Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Game Ft. B.o.B & Wiz Khalifa - Standing On A Corner Lyrics

big blunts in the air, i dont even care
spilling ace of spades on my all white airs
stuntin in my j’s
i got every pair, they put out since ’85
cus a n–ga bout his gear
hoes all up in my ear, cus im stylin’
try to go bottle for bottle with us,
can’t do it, money we runnin through us
so competition throw the towel in
we over here, with fireworks up in the air
bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark
bobby ray just walked in, wiz about to park
the party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark
we got all the bitches wet, skylar diggins from the ?
and you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed
i tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs
keep them louboutins on when she giving head
cus you already know my favorite colour red!
im gettin bread while im

standing on the corner
watching my logo
i got my dime in the crib, iron in my polo
soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that i’m clean
so fresh and so clean, outcast know what i mean
i throw that andre 3000, one in the changer
and i dont ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber
you know i used to broke but… now n–ga im getting it

as i roll up up, i sit back and laugh in amazement
as how this all started in bottom of a basement
back when i got started, n–ga saying “your shit is basic”
now when you mention me, you must say grammy nominated
all these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
call a cab for these n–gas, cus they aint gon make it
can somebody please tell me just where bobby ray is
well he’s prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship
prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy
but i kind of dig his style, its pretty contagious
man them… prolly doing him all kind of favors
i mean, it’s gotta be absolutely outrageous
well, i couldn’t tell you what it is
more people tell me that they down, the bigger that i get
but i just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane
and let these suckas complain

im standing on the corner, watching the world go
i got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo
soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming
its that pandemonium, if you know what i mean
i throw that eastside up, compton to decatur
and on the westside, i hit the homie game up

i used to be letting on, now the n–gas listening
big money talk, big joint to spark
these jordans on my feet, that’s hoe big money walk
shawty give me head, like she don’t need body parts
running my city like the king of new york
poppin’ champagne, hit him with the cork
eating so good, n–ga need a fork
and i ball hard, n–ga need a court
the way lil mama give me brain, i swear she must have been a dork
durrrrrr, you know me i keep one rolled up
smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my porsche from
and these hating n–gas get no love
i be rolling weed, getting rich, f-cking they bitch
letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips
i meet her there, you know, ‘cus you smell the weed in her hair
you worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed
treated her fair, don’t need to look, she in the air

standing on the corner, talking that shit
you ain’t really saying nothing, just hating of him
every time i’m in my car i’m smoking that green
even though this real life, its like a movie scene
i ain’t in the club …
it don’t matter where i go, i’m throwing my gang up
nobody used to know me but but
now a n-gga famous, now a n–ga famous

The Game Ft. B.o.B & Wiz Khalifa - Standing On A Corner Lyrics

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The Game Ft. B.o.B & Wiz Khalifa - Standing On A Corner Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean - Proceed Lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean & Curren$y - Proceed Lyrics

this what dreams are made of
good weed and cold drinks
taylor, taylor, taylor
thanks for putting this together jerm!
we gon be here forever
and you aint trippin
really this high

if you offer me all the money in the world
i wouldnt trade it for my girl, my family
or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town
or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry?
rollin the papers so they get high with me
and if i decide to give this up they gon retire with me
enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me
and f-cking hater burn in hell
sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells
niggas scream my name probably praying that i fail
the money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale
gotta weigh it on a scale?
niggas blow that, bitches know that
never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back
little homie, thats real
vvs diamonds, my stones are that ill
my watch is an audemar on smoking og till my problems gone
you try and call your man he aint got no more
probably cause i bought it all

as we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
fast livin, i’m taking them hoes on trips
go to places they never been
i’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
as we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
fast livin, i’m taking them hoes on trips
go to places they never been
i’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
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aquafina and the bong
i’m off in that medina when i’m done
just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like mardi gras beads bein thrown
francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on
car smelling like a pound when i pull up at the avalon
pull your own weight i don’t have no time for tag-alongs
don’t know what you yapping for, stacking dough
catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
cell phone in my pocket
my blackberry biotches
have ‘em ready, i’ll watch em, daddy back
niggas plottin’ on the jets but we got em
we just waiting to drop ‘em
they vex cause we poppin’
and them hoes ain’t worry ’bout ‘em
they sure came up
what they sayin about them boys from the bottom?
paparazzi cameras spot em
flash when you see they faces
history in the makin
i was high when i made it so i can play it for them haters

used to want a chain, now i got 6
used to want a rollie like pac now it’s on my wrist, woah
livin’ the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)
same niggas try an’ get up on my list (what)
since i started buzzin’, i got eighteen eleven cousins?
new bitches tryna join the team and old ones that i’m cutting
sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
cause i’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since i had nothin’
now, i got signed to my idol
seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals
‘ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
peep the jesus chain he gave me since i cant keep up with bibles
no, young nigga heeding to the title
where it’s at?
thats the top man, these niggas gon recycle
what, my shit is like a b.i.g recital
but you can’t hold a real nigga down thats why i keep real niggas round

Wiz Khalifa Weed Brownies Lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa ft Big Sean & Curren$y Weed Brownies Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa]
Is this the top?
The top of the world?
Top floor?
There’s weed in the ashtray
It’s top-shelf
Cap!

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Riding in my Challenger
Faded off this weed brownie
Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already
Niggas ask about my pay
I say I keep it steady
Gripping on the wheel
Spending money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it’s going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels
Furs and shit
Eat champagne and lobster cause I f-cking deserve this shit
CAP!
Niggas say I’ve got an old soul
Well, I tell them that I’m here muthaf-cka
And I made it cause my flow cold
I’ma roll some of this weed, I’ma pass it to you
Then we gon be so gone
Homie, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavors to stabilize ya
Thoroughly baked cake
Can’t say a thing and my eyes shut

[Hook]
They say they do (they do, they do…)
But they don’t know (don’t know, don’t know..)
Who we are (who we are, who we are…)
Superstars

[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
I’m outta here, stratosphere
Paper hella straight, nappy hair
Bitches seen that the kid that you was even there
When we pulled up, lit like Times Square
When we pulled up, lit like road flares
When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
Because they know what we be doing over here
She just wanna be high in her underwear
With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power loss
Stepping out the shower
Threw her a shirt to towel off with
Of the two, one of the qualities I want in a bitch
Cause baby girl, f-ckin with me is some major shit
Failed warning, I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning
And a J while I’m yawning
Darling, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavours to stablize ya
I’m a fully baked potato
Spending my cheddar and chives
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[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Uh, I got rich nigga blood nigga
Boi, boi

I’m dedicated, hella-faded
High as hell, I’m levitating
I’m rolling up, f-ck a wheelchair
Ironically, my shit’s medicated
Your eyes closed cause you sleep
My eyes closed cause I’m meditating
I gotta go make reservations
At a real nigga destination
Two girls in the tub, that’s luxury
You disagree? That’s f-ckery!
Saying “f-ck you” cause you can’t f-ck with me
I need my dick sucked, but I’m sucka-free
You are who it sucks to be
I’m a company, buy “Finally Famous” over everything
That’s my company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it’s old, nigga
And I’ma blow it like it’s rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin’ til I’m old, nigga
Weed, money and hoes: what a hell of a night!
F-ck you mean? This is everyday life
She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right
It’s apparent she present, where I’m appearing tonight!

Wiz Khalifa ft Chevy Woods - Middle Of You

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Wiz Khalifa ft Chevy Woods - Middle Of You Lyrics

[Chorus]
Theres nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth
I find it in the middle of you

[Wiz Khalifa]
You know I keep that weed lit
Met her once, you let me hit
You asking for the remix, calling me cause this aint what you want
She say, she need this, G-shit
Rolling Papers, told the neighbours
I be tryna keep you quiet, once we grown we sure to wake ‘em
Roll this weed, before you leave, be sure to bake one
Got a man, but when he gone the boy replace him
Smokin’ OG kush, thats Californication
On the phone you fusssin’, while we fornicating

[Chorus]
Well, I’ma let you roll one
Let you light it nice
Car, let you drive it
Let you have the time of your life
Go on get excited
Got all your friends invited
My jewelry the brightest
Loud weed, I’m smoking Leonidas
On my team, only cause we the tightest
Shopping spree’s, shit I should be your stylist
Them n-ggas try to be with you
When you with me I pound it
Get you so high you gon’ need a pilot

[Chorus]

You roll one, I roll one too
You find me
Me in the middle of you
You roll one, I’ll roll one too
No where I’d rather be
Then the middle of you
http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wiz-khalifa-ft-chevy-woods-middle-of.html
[Chevy Woods]
Bottle after bottle,
Got you ready for the World to see it
All 3am in the morning, I’m the one you call
Got the car keys, pedal to the floor, I’m on the way flow
I aint on no kid shit but I stay with some play dough
Keep it Taylored, everyday she noticed that
Roll it up, light with my homies, sit and hold it in
Thats the fact you chillin’ too much
You need excitement
Now you sky high on some first flight shit

[Chorus]
Theres nothing like my insulated walls around you
It’s so wrong?
Don’t you want to celebrate it
You can find me, somewhere in the middle of you
Somewhere in the middle of you
When I’m looking for the truth
I find it in the middle of you

Wiz Khalifa Ft Chevy Woods & Neako - Reefer Party

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Wiz Khalifa Ft Chevy Woods & Neako - Reefer Party Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa]
Thousand pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I’m never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I’mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there’s hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

(Chorus)

I got a whole lot of hochie, and I’m rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy Woods]
Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I’m cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I’m no fool
We give 5 j’s out half zips? Nigga thats really smoking
Aint enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon’ smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 aint enough you need more
All this weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart
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(Chorus)

[Neako]
What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I’m smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya’ll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, well get some P’s
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call them G6′s
And its just me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

(Chorus)

Wiz Khalifa ft Chevy Woods & Neako - Chuck Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa ft Chevy Woods & Neako Chuck Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa]
Big house, 4 whips, hella tattoos
Smoke good and ya bitch think I’m bad news
Bout to go nuts, nigga, Cashews
A promoter asked me if I’m booked I say I’m past due
Maserati look mean and it’s fast too
Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes
Niggas acting mushy like cat food
Niggas acting pussy like cats do
Get a little money nigga, thats cool
For putting ya niggas on, yeah you really that dude
Smoking 2 L’s, living large
See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost
AP that’s an Audemar
Agents callin’ bitch I’m ballin’ like I’m Stoudemire
Store running out of papers cause I bought em all
Niggas claiming that they Taylor’s but they not at all
Not far from the ree thats where the apple falls
Say the wrong words so guys knock ya apple off
No sweetener straight apple sauce
Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I’m growing weed up in my car
And getting high

If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix
Butt-ass nekkid covered in all bad bitches

[Chevy Woods]
Chevy!
I’m praying for you niggas
I put that on my Rosary
Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see
Us high beams?, this a pinky though
Washing machine work, I keep a couple lows
Foreign bitch, she don’t even talk
She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk
365, no days off
Shit I’m the reason they say hard work pays off
28 to 56 is what I learn first
Parks Bonifay You see just how that work surf
Oh I’m some big shit, Notorious
Get you some gunplay bastard and glorious
I got the top chopped off riding ?
? riding shotgun, oh thats your broad
Bright lights, dead charley?
Ignorant white, Bill O Reilly

[Neako]
I’m kinda high
They looking for me, I was probably in the sky
I’m always fried when I hop in that double S
I can be there in a minute
Pepsi blue, I’m the ice cube riding in it
Lightly tinted, I be ghost
Blwoing smoke, calling them bitches up
Dick em down when I pick em up
Never keep ‘em close
Hit em and then I switch em up
Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks
Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks
Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh
Yeah we counting hundreds
A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it
We never blunted
Smoking them raws cause we raw
Never flaw, fly as you ever saw
Real life we riding real cars
Hustle hard for muscle cars
F-ck the best broads
Blowin’ O’s at all cost
Natural born stars, what they sayin’, yeah!
(Sayin’ yeah)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Taylor Gang Or Die
Wizzle

Wiz Khalifa ft Chevy Woods & Neako - Chuck Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Real Estate

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Wiz Khalifa Real Estate Lyrics

[Intro]
Ugh
ya’ll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
they feelin ‘em at all, these n-ggas a mirage
handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
n-ggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
cops f-ck wit me hopin to get a charge
hoes leaving their man, f-ckin us cause our cars
if its one thing I know, its smokin and living large
got me speedin down the interstate
see what I’m eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
hey she f-ckin me cause how I win a race
plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
wait I’m talkin fast car, big estate
money come in cash plus in the bank
n-gga don’t believe me, throw it in your face
bitch im in the building like real estate

[chorus]
They say I’m still the same
you know it aint a thang
(?) aint a damn thang changed
I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
(?) aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I’m straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate
find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I dont even call her (call her, call her)
feel like a million dollars
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wiz-khalifa-real-estate.html ]
When they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
when they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
hey

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
Ballin’s not a hobby, its my occupation
hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation
couple stars with me, thats a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation
touch the pedal once, it look like I’m racing
eyes chinese, smoke like I’m jamacian,
V.I.P rollin’ doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I’m on some gang sh-t
gettin all the sh-t, cake crumblin
aint nothin, told them lil n-ggas I take from ‘em
laughin my all the way to the bank
tried to talk but they can’t
they just stand ther,e when they starin
hatin, mumblin,
what you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
another city, state, another mill to make

[Chorus]

Tinie Tempah ft Wiz Khalifa - Till I'm Gone

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Tinie Tempah ft Wiz Khalifa Till I'm Gone Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
I grew tired of the same, then one night
Packed my things, told the one I love
I’ll be back one day
Through the fight, through the pain
Booked a flight, took a plane
Told her not to cry
I’ll be back one day

Been dreaming this since I was young
So baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone)
Til I’m gone (gone)
Til I’m gone (gone)

[Tinie Tempah]
I buy time in Switzerland
I drive round in Monaco
I shook hands with Royalty
I make songs that monarchs know
Ti Ti Ti La So fa?
Mi Mi Mi Ra Do?
Call me Aloe Blacc cause I Need That Dollar yo
ha ha
Hic-hic-hiccup
Blame it on the liquor
I came through like a stick up
Now I’m ballin’ like a kick up
I be cutting off these bitches like an episode of Nip Tuck
And yes I am the best man, I’m so sorry bout the mix up
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/tinie-tempah-ft-wiz-khalifa-till-im.html ]
Come out and play, pour out another bottle
Lets do it all today and worry bout it all tomorrow
I do it for the thrill
You know I love the rush
And once you get me going I can never get enough

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
I grew tired of the same, then one night
Packed my things, told the one I love
I’ll be back one day
Through the fight, through the pain
Booked a flight, took a flight
Told her not to cry
I’ll be back one day

Been dreaming this since I was young
So baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone)
Til I’m gone (gone)
Til I’m gone
But I wont be gone for too long

[Tinie Tempah - verse 2]
In Amsterdam ?
Just came off Aussie tour
You’ve never seen this before?
I’m the one like 2 plus 3
M-M-M-Minus four
Fe-fe-fe-fi-fo-fum
Everytime I can stalk
Yeh, yeh, I’m honest I landed in a rocket
With a crown inside my watch and silver B sign on my bonnet
You don’t need a thermometer to tell you who’s the hottest
Ip dip do muthaf-cker you are not it

Come out and play, pour out another bottle
Lets do it all today and worry bout it all tomorrow
I do it for the thrill
You know I love the rush
And once you get me going I can never get enough

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Tinie Tempah - Verse 2]
Ok I’m in it, I’m in it to the finish
I keep them bottles coming like my card aint got no limit
Got some friends that playing football
And some friends that playing cricket
And a mistress that is fine like a f-cking parking ticket
Haha
I said I’m in it, I’m in it til the finish
I keep them bottles coming til there aint nothing in it
I’m like Mario on mushrooms
I’m like Popeye on some spinach
We gon keep it coming till I no speaka no english
Ahh

Chevy Woods Ft. Wiz Khalifa Cookout Lyrics

Cookout Lyrics Chevy Woods Ft. Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa:]
A nice round of applause
Ladies and gentleman, i’d like to shout out taylor gang
And shout out my car keys, haha it’s big business b-tch.

[Chevy Woods:]
I’m just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
like a g should
On my fly oldschool shit.. clint eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend.. its a cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke we gon’ turn this b-tch out.

[Wiz khalifa:]
Roll another doubie
Only papers baby fill it with that oh-wee
Let a g roll the og than roll one for og
Yeah that’s the homie
Zig zags baby no leaf
Acting like you know the wizzle man, that’s my homie
If thats gin n-gga, pour me
Sippin’ slow shit she go down slow like a slow leak
Cop the car from the dealer
Pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller
King Kong young gorilla, my cup overflow with
All day Mr. count it up, I lost count I don’t ever think its enough
I get it 100 after 100 so everything you did with that money I done done it. gone.
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/chevy-woods-ft-wiz-khalifa-cookout.html ]

[Chevy woods:]
I’m just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
like a g should
On my fly oldschool shit.. clint eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend.. its a cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke we gon’ turn this b-tch out.

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Drop top.. leather seats
Tape deck playing, she a freak
It aint about money, it aint my language
Don’t know my name in memory of rick james b-tch
You know that i’m a taylor dog
So to the cops cartoon george “which way’d he go?”
N-gga I did blew 80 o’s, the 80′s o’s the 80 mo
In my lifetime, no jay z
Just oz’s, roll something.. smoke weed.
Drink liquor, double cups
No lean in it.. f-ck is up.
I tell her “b-tch I be airborne”
Then in a minute in my lap where her hair go
She keep it g, she love a n-gga
I tell her chill, I’m f-cking witcha

[Chevy Woods:]
I’m just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
Like a g should
On my fly oldschool shit.. clint eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend.. its a cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke.. we gon turn this b-tch out.
I’m gon roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints, clint eastwood
I’m gon roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints, clint eastwood

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Best board the time machine b-tch
And you can write a movie off the shit I done seen
Rolling them khalifa papers up with all kinds of green
Smoking when i’m rapping n-gga, don’t get no time between
Yeah I came up in the game, it took time you see
I’ll show you how to get your money up and get high as me
Talk to my dad the other day said he proud of me
My girl says she found 30 packs when she found my jeans
I told her blow it, like her nose was running
What you hate me for fam get some hoes or something
N-ggas know me for twisting a whole key
F-ck around i might charge you a o or something
I’m a let you hold it and you owe us nothing
Its the shit i be smoking so be carefull how you roll it when you cuffin
Got a projecter in the crib like nino
N-ggas aint gotta talk about it, we know.

[Chevy Woods:]
I’m just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
Like a g should
On my fly oldschool shit.. clint eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend.. its a cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke.. we gon turn this b-tch out.
I’m gon roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints, Clint Eastwood
I’m gon roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints, Clint Eastwood

Chevy Woods Ft. Wiz Khalifa Cookout Lyrics

"G Shyt Lyrics" - Wiz Khalifa

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Wiz Khalifa G Shyt Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Adjust my Louie V vision
Fall up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Every n-gga I came with, came to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G’d up, what you think this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama speed up
Pop the cork, roll the weed up
Nowadays ain’t f-cking with the bar
Still aint nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain’t into showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gon’ go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes
He don’t know what I did, drop you off at your whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga calling
Think he starting to catch wind
Look at your phone, press end
Can’t hurt him with what he doesn’t know
Plus you figure we’re both grown, come on
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/g-shyt-lyrics-wiz-khalifa.html ]
[Chorus]
Money ain’t a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that’s here with me
That’s the kinda G-Shit I’m on
G-Shit I’m on, G-Shit I’m on
Got n-ggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that’s my song
I ain’t trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
High off the life I’m living
Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do
You probably gonna give in
Say it’s wrong, I call it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress code
Skip the line to the front
Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
Roll another one
? a couple of you, bring my brother one
The bitches can’t roll weed, I ain’t f-cking with them
That’s just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill it, we don’t save a sip
And you here with me in VIP taking risk
Home girl saying shit like “Rose my favorite”
Plus I’m rolling up all this weed you ever smell
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell

[Chorus x2]
Money ain’t a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that’s here with me
That’s the kinda G-Shit I’m on
G-Shit I’m on, G-Shit I’m on
Got n-ggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that’s my song
I ain’t trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home

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