Big Sean - Beware Lyrics

Big Sean – Beware Lyrics
(Ft. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko)

[Hook: Big Sean & Jhene Aiko]
When you said it was over
You shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Oooh, I was so mad
I could’ve see this coming right from the start
You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Praying to a sky all black, looking at the stars like they finna talk back
Looking at my phone like she finna call back
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
Cause by now she woulda sent a text in all caps
Then another one tryna take all back
Saying fuck you, I miss you or I hate you so much
Cause girls only say “hate you” to the guys they love
I know, I know, I know
The highs, the lows it comes and goes
You say “be real” I try, I don’t
Cause you take anything and just make it everything
Kept my phone on silence every since you got a ring (funny right?)
And I never cheated (I mean, maybe once, twice)
One time don’t change everything
She ask why I don’t feel the same, I’m still the same
She’s still insane and know she’s sayin’

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Okay, skeet, smoke,
Sleep, call,
Miss, text,
Woke, spoke,
Lie, feel, Lisa ew,
Time, kill, months, still
I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy
I drank to much, please call me a cabby
Penthouse after party hoes want that addy
Fuck they can ride with us, crawl in a Caddy
Third row is when you call, I hit cancel
Really? I hit answer, fuck I hate when that happens
Phone in my pocket for the whole night
And you heard bitches screamin’ til my phone dies
Then she text me like “why you still talk to mama?”
How the fuck you run around with condoms?
Why you make me get this tattoo?
Man, fuck this tattoo you the reason I wasnt single in college
What? all because I had you
Nigga I dont even have you
How am I suppose to get passed you?
And she called the next guy spillin’ some real shit
Now they problems he got to deal with

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Girl, don’t believe them hoes
Cause they don’t wanna see us together
And you already know you’re too fly
But baby, don’t get your hair caught in the propellers
I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous
You know they never like it when you never say never
Long hair, red bone but hair pussy is hairless
I french kiss it like we in Paris
I be screaming out “ain’t no woman like the one I got”
But she be always worrying about the one I fucked
She said it’s gonna be me, myself and I
Damn, that would make me a one-eyed fuck
Sch, I was so mad
Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped
But players fuck up, my bad
And just to keep from crying, I laughed

[Hook]

[Outro x2: Jhene Aiko]
Baby, last time calling me baby
Last time calling me crazy
Crazy, crazy

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B.o.B So Hard To Breathe Lyrics

BoB So Hard To Breathe Lyrics

 BoB So Hard To Breathe Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Since day 1 I said fuck the fame and everything it dealt
But the fame is really here just to facilitate the wealth
But the wealth attracts you haters like you mosquitoes to a well
And the waters getting deeper so I’m well set out to sail
Someone called my cell and left a voicemail
That said congratulations on the million record sales
As I’m flipping over furniture knocking sh-t off the shelf
I told myself I’ll never get too deep not to take a breathe
But I’m sinking

[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe, yeah
And even more so to sleep when no one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking
So deep, I can’t come up for air

[Verse 2]
Yeah I’ve seen the valley of the shadow of death
I’ve seen the mountains, the wild childhood
That’s why I sing about it
I just try to move on and keep my peace about it
But come to think about it I can’t even count the days that I’ve spent, starving tryna find some decent housing
That’s why I’m always smiling but on this beat I seem so violent
So ask me ’bout the music scene and what the f-ck I think about it
Time flies, I guess that’s why I’m bugging
Just yesterday I was rapping with my brother and my cousin
If you had the stove or toaster on you couldn’t use the oven
We knew that we were struggling, we just acted like we wasn’t
It’s either make it rappin’, if not that than hustlin’
So all I see is magazine covers in this game
You either surface or you plummet
It’s a thin line and I’m just tryna keep my head above it
Damn…

[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe
And even more so to sleep when no-one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air

[Bridge]
Air, I-I-I
I sink away, cause I sink away
I sink away
I sink away, I sink away
Get carried away, get carried away

[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe
And even more so to sleep when no-one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air
Damn, it’s never in the plans, but hey it’s a long way than beating pots and pans (x3)
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air, air
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Kanye West Mercy Lyrics

Kanye West Mercy

Kanye West Mercy Lyrics

[Hook x4]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop it to the floor
Make that ass shake
Woah make the ground move, that’s an ass quake
Built a house up on it, that’s an ass state
Roll my blunt on it, that’s an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err’ day-day?
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin’, so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin’
White girls politicin’ that’s that Sarah Palin
Gettin’, Californicatin’
I give her that D, cause that’s what I was born and raised in

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game
I'm red leather, this, I'm Rick James
I'm bill dropping, Ms. Pacman is pill poppin'
This pill popped, I'm poppin' too
These blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turning, that's exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras
That's Swiss time and that’s excellence
Two door preference
Roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go
Wherever we go we do it pronto

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em "give me fifty million or I'mma quit"
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up in your face level
Don't do no press but I do the most press, kid
Plush out my-my , make yours look like Precious
Talking 'bout Mary she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dhali
Now everybody is moving they body
Don't sell me apartment, I move in the lobby
Niggas is loitering just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas ? gettin' Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonniase
I'm drunk and high at the same time
Drinking champaign on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range
Beat it up like a rampage
100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Platinum diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power
All this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost 4 thousand
I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pouring, all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna jerk me

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Kanye West Theraflu Lyrics

Theraflu Kanye West

Kanye West Theraflu Lyrics
(Unh, can the headphones go louder?)
(KANYE WEST!)
(Swag King Cole)
(DJ KHALED!)

[Kanye West]
Can't a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit'out no flaws
Come to meet me wit'out no drawers?
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin' wit' Anja Rubik
I told you ma'fuckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talkin', we used to it
I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin' wit' no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don't talk about style, 'cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

Can't a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit'out no flaws
Come to meet me wit'out no drawers?
And the whole industry wanna fuck yo' old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz

And I'll admit, I fell in love with Kim
'Round the same time she had fell in love wit' him
Well, that's cool, baby girl, do ya thing
Lucky I ain't have Jay drop I'm from the team
La familia, Roc Nation
We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement
Flyer than the parakeet, floatin' wit' no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
Don't talk about style, 'cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest'

Can't a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without…

Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you
Talkin' 'bout clothes, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you
Hollin' 'bout some hoes, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

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Kendrick Lamar The Recipe Lyrics

The Recipe Kendrick Lamar

Kendrick Lamar The Recipe Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
Every morning when I wake up
Uh, money on my mind
Good times and get caked up
Sunshine coming through my blinds, I'm living but
Really though, it's never enough
10 milly on, that's a must
Living in California, everybody wanna visit for…

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
women, weed and weather
for the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
women, weed and weather
women, weed and weather
These niggas'll kill for that
Put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for that
Me, I make mills off that
How the f-ck can't ya'll see I ride
When I drive, down the block and you look outside
H-A-T-E in your eyes
I enter big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day I guess
For a b!tch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it up, baby gon lift that dress
Then roll it up for me when I'm stressed

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
women, weed and weather
for the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather
Yo, it sound clever, come and play
Wh-what more can I say
Welcome to LA

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
3W's only for a three day run
B!tch, take the muthaf-cking panties off you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control
Let it breath
I control, California living til I am old
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe cause she in the neon
Cause she on the BS before we can start
F-ck with a nigga, ride with a nigga
Let 'em know the priority order me
Hennessy, and for my niggas OG Killa
Call it Jason Vorhees, boy he,
On his job, boy he sure be havin' them marks on they marks
Pretty b!tches and tyre marks
Let 'em inhale the pipe exhausts
Let 'em reveal how much it cost
For this life controlling my vice
No way hell no, uh uh
If I'm wrong than I wanna be right
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
Sso the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault that its 82 degrees
and my top peeled off

[Bridge:]
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
women, weed and weather
for the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather
Yo, it sound clever, come and play
Wh-what more can I say
Welcome to LA

[Verse 3: Dr Dre & Kendrick Lamar]
[Dr. Dre]
Known for that homegrown where I come from
Smoke one, palm trees
Double D's got 'em topless in the sun
I shall proceed, that's me, muthaf-ck your opinion
How many ways am I killin' 'em
Shit, right around a billion
We on it, that mean we living for the moment
That mean she'll f-ck til the morning
Time and I got time and I know that I'm in a position of controlling anything
I buy that ocean, I'mma boss I'll buy that ocean
Ain't nobody f-cking with this

[Kendrick Lamar]
They want that shit, they off your
I give it to 'em but in between, my time
I gotta tie shoestrings
Life's a trip when you want these things
I often slip and then I lean towards 3 W's and life
You know blow job need an application
Eating p-ssy make appetite
And yeah my type, I like 'em brown
Just like my drink, the f-ck you think
I don't f-ck wit' no hand me downs
See if you f-ck than its after me
You know how much I'mma make it work?
You know her dress, her purse
When you discussed your love for lust
Just make sure you visit here first
Cali

[Bridge]
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
women, weed and weather
for the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather
Yo, it sound clever, come and play
Wh-what more can I say
Welcome to LA

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Timbaland Covers Blown Lyrics

Covers Blown Timbaland Lyrics

Timbaland Covers Blown Lyrics

[Keri Hilson:]
On the back two steps ahead of me
Pressure time is wasting
Happy boy you'd better be
Trust me it's amazing
But I got it wrong, how you should be with me
I'm stuck in the sea how in need we are
Which one the sky you will be touching the moon
But somebody is on the eye but he ain't you
As the lucky lady night lost in the crowd
I said you did you when the ligths go down wow

[Chorus:]
Too late to stop girl you know what to do
Baby don't waste my time, hurry up
Don't wait no more
It's getting hot girl got to keep it cool
Gotta stay from behind too pressure cover's blown
It cover's blown, it cover's blown
No girl it cover's blown, you cover blown
No boy, it cover's blown, it cover's blown
No girl, it cover's blown, it cover's blown

[Timbaland:]
Ha ha, What you need, what you want (what you want)
I guarantee I will, he won't
Can't fake, can't front
I'm on y ..I need to cuts off, cuts off
Let's ride out girl
You're tryin to stack, you can slide out girl
And it just can't be
Why would you want hime when you can have me
(work show babe)
Mister multi C, everything work and it don't come free
(What's her name) baby girl trust me
I need time two plus two
And what you think about that?
What you gonna do baby, how you're gonna act
But you nigga so act you don't hit it like that
I could tell you make eye contact

[Chorus:]
Too late to stop girl you know what to do
Baby don't waste my time, hurry up
Don't wait no more
It's getting hot girl got to keep it cool
Gotta stay from behind too pressure cover's blown
It cover's blown, it cover's blown
No girl it cover's blown, you cover blown
No boy, it cover's blown, it cover's blown
No girl, it cover's blown, it cover's blown
They say love is blind
Must be if your sleep is good as mine
And it crowd the cloud got my eye through the door smoke I wasn't know
I got ym eyes in the as so fat and wait
In a way I'ma little walk in the pass like that I'm tryin make up late
Put you in the coop and make you date
Put you ..nigga make you stand the way
Cope like I'm shocking anyway
Yeah you something else
Put the. .you are someone else
You ain't being shit I ain't no myself
So wish we be together and we couldn't ..
I'm tryin show you main respect
I really wanna .. by your own ..

[Chorus:]
Too late to stop girl you know what to do
Baby don't waste my time, hurry up
Don't wait no more
It's getting hot girl got to keep it cool
Gotta stay from behind too pressure cover's blown
It cover's blown, it cover's blown
No girl it cover's blown, you cover blown
No boy, it cover's blown, it cover's blown
No girl, it cover's blown, it cover's blown

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Game California Republic Mixtape

Game Mixtape California Republic

Game California Republic Mixtape
Fresh mixtape California Republic. Features from Drake, Lupe Fiasco, Rick Ross, and more. Download tracks from the official partner below

Game California Republic Mixtape Tracks:
01. God Speed Ft. Mele (Prod. By The Beat Bully)
02. Red Bottom Boss Ft. Rick Ross (Prod. By Just Blaze)
03. The Drill Ft. Ace Hood, Meek Mill (Prod. By Cool & DRE)
04. Hit The J Ft. Lifestyle (Prod. By Cool & DRE)
05. Mean Muggin Ft. 2 Chainz and French Montana (Prod. By Cool & DRE)
06. Yonkers Freestyle Base Ft. Nobody (Prod. By Tyler The Creator)
07. Death Penalty Ft. Fabolous, Eric Bellinger & Slim Thug (Prod. By Lex Luger)
08. Bottles And Rockin J S (Remix) Ft. DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous, Wayne & Teyana Tay (Prod. By Lex Luger)
09. Tonight Ft. Mele (Prod. By The Beat Bully)
10. Greystone Ft. Fat Joe, Young Chris & Sam Hook (Prod. By Cool & Dre)
11. Pussy Money Weed Ft. Kid Red, Lifestyle & Ben J. (Prod. By TRIGGA)
12. Gone Ahead Ft. Sam Hook (Prod. By Sam Kalandjian)
13. Now That I'm Paid Ft. Rick Ross and Mele (Prod. By CYFYRE)
14. Skate On Ft. Lupe Fiasco (Prod. By Infamous)
15. When My Niggas Come Home Ft. Pharrell And Snoop (Prod. By The Neptunes)
16. It Must Be Tough Ft. Pharrell And Mysonne (Prod. By The Neptunes)
17. She Want To have My Baby Ft. Trey Songz (Prod. By Trey Songz)
18. Come Up Ft. Drake And Lifestyle (Prod. By BOI 1DA)
19. Cats And Dogs Ft. Kobe (Prod. By King David)
20. The Logo Ft. Lifestyle, Atlas & Mele (Prod. By Tre Beats)
21. The Best Revenge Ft. Lyfe Jennings And Denise Janae (Prod. By Young Yonny, Orlando And TSASS)
22. They Don't Want None Ft. Shyne and Pharrell (Prod. By The Neptunes)
23. Bills Is Paid Ft. Nipsey Hussle and Sam Hook (Prod. By Mars)
24. Roll My Shit Ft. Snoop and Pharrell (Prod. By The Neptunes)
Download: DP

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Miguel Adorn Lyrics

Lyrics Adorn Miguel

Miguel Adorn Lyrics
Yeah, these lips...
Can't wait to taste your skin baby
No, no
And these eyes, yeah
Can't wait to see your grin...
Ooh baby
Just let my love
Just let mu love adorn you
Please baby, yeah
You gotta know x 2
You know
That I adorn you
Yeah baby
Baby these fist...
Will always protect ya lady
And this mind oh,
Will never neglect you,
Yeah baby,
Oh baby
And this thang
Trying to break us down
Don't let that effect us,
No baby
You just got to let
My love...
Let my love x 2
Adorn you
Ahh, le, le, le let it
Just adorn you
You got to know
You got to know
Know that I adorn you
Just that babe
I, oh
Let my love adorn you baby...
Don't you ever
Don't you let no one
Tell you different baby
Always adorn you
You got to know
You got to know x 3
Now yeah

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Snoop Dogg Stoner's Anthem Lyrics

Lyrics Stoners Anthem Snoop Dogg
A friend indeed
Feeling like Cee Lo Green
Middle finger in the sky
Meditate and let it ride
Rock-a-bye beddy-bye
A friend indeed
More than jimming to
More than giving you
No prohibits to
You can have a listen too
I couldn't find no one else that I could give it to
And now that we on
I could put my family in a brand new home
My kids is grown
And I'm still rocking on the microphone
People love me everywhere
And I know why
It's not that I'm dope and my style is so fly
James Brown sat me down in a chair
And said, "Snoopy, don't you ever cut your hair"
I was dazed and amazed
That's why I keep my shit in ponytails or either braids
When I was in school, I used to get cool grades
When I graduated, used to smoke two jays
With a fifth of Seagrams
Mixed with some sacco
Then I got a Caddy sack, just like them vatos
Posted up six-one, yeah, that's the block though
Ride by slow and get your ass popped, though
Me and Geeda, Faith and Terry, that's when rump was enough
Can't forget Tim, Baby Dog and Half-Dead
Dre-Loc was a 20 Crip that showed me a lot of shit
But moving along, I went from a Camaro to a Fleetwood Brougham
My sack in the back
My strap in my lap
Room to the back
Rolling through the neighborhood, checking my traps
As you get old, life like just might unfold
Can't settle, this might be untold
Twilight Zone, live life long
Smoke you a bone, and hit you a blunt
Buy you a zone, and roll you a jay
And put it in the E-I
And let's stay way fucked up til we D-I
All in together now if you agree
And lighters in the air, repeat after me
I do blow forever and a day
I love for oh's so
Cause everybody green ain't dro
Everybody can't smoke like we smoke
Give a dog a bone
I like trees that cypress hills grow
Roll up this shit, pimpin', it's on
Stoners worldwide singing this song

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Wiz Khalifa It's Nothing Lyrics

Lyrics It's Nothin Wiz Khalifa

Wiz Khalifa It's Nothing Lyrics

[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

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