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

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

Game 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
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[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

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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
[ from: http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wiz-khalifa-ft-chevy-woods-neako-chuck.html ]
[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 - 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://catdaddylyrics.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://catdaddylyrics.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

Chevy Woods Ft. Wiz Khalifa Cookout Lyrics @ Rap Song Lyrics

Chevy Woods Cookout Lyrics

[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://catdaddylyrics.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




Hip Hop Lyrics Cookout Chevy Woods

"G Shyt Lyrics" - Wiz Khalifa

Wiz Khalifa G Shyt Lyrics @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

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://catdaddylyrics.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

Wiz Khalifa - Rooftops

Wiz Khalifa Rooftops Lyrics featuring Curren$y. Brand new rap song from Wiz Khalifa feat Curren$y with the single “Rooftops“. As always, we’ve also completing this song with lyrics and audio, check it now:

Wiz Khalifa Quotes:

“Now we own the arena deciding who allowed in it”

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics Rooftops

[Wiz Khalifa - verse 1]
And they say they ballin’ but I do it how the pros do
Where we goin next? we gon let my hoes choose
No socks and my boat shoes
Guess a n-gga eating good like whole foods
Not a couple cameras now they bring the whole crew
Bad bitch ride wit me so she pose too
See me and my guys like a plane flown through
Hella high roll up weed up like I’m supposed too
And now I’m into big things
On the building you need to know the tenant rate
Gettin paid still ridin no shirt
Let a b-tch give me brain call it home work
N-ggas try hatin’ on ‘em but it dont work

[Chorus]
Alota shit done change
New clothes new car new things
Sayin boy they used to be at the bottom
Came up thats what they say
Used to not be allowed in the building
But now we on the roof top
Used to not be allowedd in the building
But now we on the roof top
Slow money just better than gettin’ no money
found on http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/03/wiz-khalifa-rooftops.html
Learn to get good show money, that’s yo money
Get comfortable with it, really know money
Rich n-gga shit, that really goes for me
Self made n-gga, well played
I’m on the plane drinkin’ champagne and lemonade
You tryna copy whats done, I’m tryna innovate
And club owners getting tired of tryna ventilate
BIG MISTAKE
I’m too busy finding places and trips to take
The more I smoke the more money my business make
Remember they used to be like “who is this?”
Now, I’m up in this bitch, they light up like independance day
When you around the real, you keep it real everyday
My n-ggas keep it real, so I hear what they say
Either you getting paid, or you paying to play
Either you on your grind or you stay out the way

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
Uhh, just made a million, got another million on my schedule
The pick up on my Ferrari, you jets or you jetless
You n-ggas aint help us, on second thoughts you did
They hatin was the fuel for this shit so you wrote your own check off a hoe ass
Sweatin bullets at home, wondering if she coming back
? and she she can smell it on ya
Thats why you only see her when you buying stuff for her
We was sneaking in then it was general admission
Now we own the arena deciding who allowed in it
Our windows aint tinted, pimpin, I aint trippin’
Had showered that shit, I’m just ballin’ and chillin
We plooted this out, one night in the city
Now we Los Angeles, medicine cabinet twisting
Our habits are expensive, we gotta have it
Twit-pic’ing when we get it and they mad at us
F-ck them n-ggas

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa]
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, thats how it goes
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, thats how it goes
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, thats how it goes
Alotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes
When you putting in work, thats how it goes

And if the kids tryna be like me, they probably smoking bout an O.
Oh, aint my fault though!

Mac Miller ft Wiz Khalifa - Keep Floatin’

Mac Miller - Keep Floating Lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa - Hook]
Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
So we riding, we smoke til we can’t anymore
And keep floatin’

Pass it to your man, roll another one and (keep floatin’)
When it’s almost done, why don’t you go and break down enough for another one
And roll me some

[Mac Miller]
Hey, then you can pass that
The kid who rock a snap back
Steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract
How we get by, thats how we living in this day and age
I bring colour to this World thats filled with shades of gray
Throwin this cake away to blaze and sip some Tanqueray
Remember spectating til they picked the kid to play the game
Now I’m an allstar, blasted out the ballpark
In my Lamborghini speeding, you a golf cart
California dream, Amsterdam reality
Life aint what it seems
These the thoughts weed pull outta me
Blow through a thousand trees
The whole entire crowd could see
Living in what seems to be fiction, I’m on a balcony
I light one up, this for those who ever doubted me
Than light another, this for those who hold it down for me
Passing around the weed, no problems at all
And you haters keep on hating, I aint talking to y’all

[Wiz Khalifa - Hook]

[Mac Miller - Verse 2]
And you can pass, we be floating along
So much smoke we got words high we wrote in the song
Girl I try to come to make you smile
I’m gone so will you wait a while
As soon as I come home we can smoke and then we stay a while
Some people hate my style
Some people love it though
And all these kids that wanna clone they aint coming close
Politicing joints we countin’ none of your votes
I’m getting everybody high so you can puff on ya roach
Shawty used to all these playa’s, tell her f-ck with a coach
I just want you to come over, roll me something to smoke
Hey my mind be cooking rhymes up
Living til my times up, hate me then they love me
Tell them try to make they minds up
?, ID was on the beat
It’s best to shout the people out that help you get your cheese
Smoking weed, we got no problems at all
All you haters keep on hating
I aint talking to y’all

[Hook]
Mac Miller ft Wiz Khalifa - Keep Floatin’ Lyrics @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com