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
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[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

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.
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[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