Wiz Khalifa – Bootsy Bellows Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang

[Verse 1]
Leave it to me, I’ll have you twisting that weed with a G
Got too much talent just to be sittin’ around with
Weed and alcohol, that’s the balance
Ridin’ in the Benz with low mileage
Working ’til my hands get callouses
Been a player, I established it
Whips be the fastest
Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average
Legendary status and my crib like a palace
I know why they mad
‘Cause your bitch layin’ in my bed
Still got the weed smell in her hair
Comin’ home later, nigga gettin’ cares
Make a whole pound disappear
Come for the money, tryna get a dog
Live this for the gang, Imma get involved
Look at me different now
Roll some weed and put your niggas on
You ain’t bout the paper, what you in it for?

[Chorus]
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it
That’s why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear ’em talkin’ like they livin’ but they ain’t us
Pockets, they swole
I won’t leave here alone, came here with no bitch
But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

[Verse 2]
Uh, they ain’t goin hard as us
We courtside, chillin’, smokin’ out the building
Regardless if authorities give us permission
Boss bitches niggas breakin’ they credit card limits
To try to ball with us
We in talks with those who only own business
My spark lit, then I paint pictures
Don’t leave witnesses, nah nigga, my gang different
Pull the Benz out in the rain
Hit her once, I won’t even remember her name
Hella diamonds up in my chain
To say that I’m dope is an understatement but no, I ain’t underrated
Came from a place where niggas make their own way
Got some girls who fuck me but got niggas so they don’t say
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper
On point, gang ready for danger
Long joints, rollin’ them things like broken fingers
Too clean to ever have a stain
Khalifa the boss before you beat the game

[Chorus]
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it
That’s why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear ’em talkin’ like they livin’ but they ain’t us
Pockets, they swole
I won’t leave here alone, came here with no bitch
But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch

[Outro]
Pockets is gettin’ swole
Used to smoke blunts now it’s paper she roll
Diamonds to my toes
Everywhere I go, I’m froze
You already know
Fool
Gangsters too
This is how them gangsters do

Casey Veggies – Show Off Lyrics

[Intro: Casey Veggies]

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Top down in the summer, top down in the summer
I came back like LeBron down 3 to 1
I don’t understand man, it make me wonder
Why the homie tried to rob him if he had a gun
Hide behind shades watching life fade
Girls shaking ass, it must be a parade
If all these niggas on I must be the one
If all these niggas shooters I must be the gun
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m bout to fuck it up
She shaking that ass so fast, the cash she bout to run it up
Like what is your motif
They want the fame, I want cash and promotion
I’m making it splash on that ass like the ocean
I ride my own wave cause my buzz’ll be rolling
I’m grinding double the time for mine, I’m keeping it coming in
Had the Audi at 18, the Bimmer at 20
Now I’m bout to cop the Benz
My circle so small that everyone else on the outside looking in
I don’t trust nobody, I don’t see nobody
Versace shades on my lens

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Really got money, I rap
When I fall through the trap I’ma show off
Smoking that KK, you hit this shit once I promise that you gon’ cough
Riding around in my ’62 [?] once when I skrrt off
Passenger seat got your bitch
If she say she don’t smoke that’s a turn off
Tatted up, I got my shirt off
Hating you can’t get a word off
You the kind I never heard of
Taylor Gang or seeing murder
She want some dick, guarantee I’ma serve her
Practice what I preach
[?] me, I just teach what I learned
Got weed and I burn it
She giving me brains, that secret service
Don’t speak what you [?]
We park the low rider so deep on the curb
Stay holding it down for my team on you geeks and you nerds
You ain’t bout your paper my nigga and I think it’s absurd
She say she love you but really that shit’s a diversion
Say that you stacking but really be splurging
I get a old school Impala and cut that shit up like a surgeon

[Hook: Casey Veggies & (Wiz Khalifa)]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
(We smoking good over here)
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
(My nigga Casey what’s good
Gang Gang, Jet Life, you heard?)
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
(Double that shit up, roll another joint
Put another bitch on top of that bitch
Buy another car [?]
Get another watch, get another chain
Do your own thing nigga, Taylor Gang)
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
She ain’t with the questions
I told her I ain’t with the extras
I’m glad we made a connection
Checking them hoes off my check list
All in the club and we flexing
She fucking it up in the section
It made her think all we do is sin
And then she realized I’m a blessing
Really do it, they gotta show off
This real life, I can’t take a day off
Go hard or go home like the playoffs
If you stay there, you might just get paid off
You ain’t never whipped these cars nigga
You ain’t never seen a hundred large nigga
You ain’t minaj’d these broads nigga
One thing bout my gang, we all get it
Girl I pull up in the hood for ya
Everything that look good, it ain’t good for ya
The haters is watching, I can’t trust ’em
If the bullets start flying it’s no discussion
He did too much talking, I had to rush ’em
Got your bitch in the back and I ain’t bluffing
The streets is so crazy but it’s what made me
Fifty mil couldn’t change me, I’m still Casey
We run up the bands and we going crazy
Yeah we run up the bands and we going crazy
Book up the flights and we on vacation
Gave her a shot but I never chase it
The money I’m married, I can’t replace her
Do me a favor, do me no favors
Nothing was handed, I had to take it
They don’t wanna see me make it, yeah

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

Young M.A – Praktice

[Intro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit
Yeah
They talkin’ ’bout practice, bloody
Like we don’t practice, bloody

[Verse 1]
Who said I don’t go hard? Bitch, I go so hard
I don’t care who got it, we still in charge
Fuck these hoes, fuck these broads, I don’t got no time (no)
Do you see my pockets (yeah), I’m doin’ just fine
Don’t call my line, don’t call my line (don’t call it) if you ain’t talkin’ checks (what?)
Oh you tryna flex? (What?) We are not impressed
Bankrolls in my sweats, hitters to my left (woo, woo)
Pull up to the club (skrrt), fuck it up, then we left (skrrt)
Hennessy on my breath, OG in my chest
Oh you makin’ threats? Okay, say less (say less)
Don’t act like you know me (huh?) I don’t know you guys (no)
So if I say, "Who you?," (who them?) do not act surprised
Man, I don’t pay y’all no mind, no, I just pay my bills (yeah)
No Netflix and chill, bitch, I get checks and chill
Put that pussy on my grills, bitch, tell me how it feels (woo)
They say that I’m rude, no I’m just that real (woo)

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

[Verse 2]
Oh you tried to doubt me? They tried to doubt me
Oh you a hater? Keep that shit from ’round me
Pull up in that Audi, skrrt skrrt, then I’m outtie (skrrt skrrt)
Put my chain on her, she like, "Oh, you tryna drown me?" (Ooh)
Back when I was broke, you was tryna clown me
‘Member when you said you was better off without me?
Now I’m shittin’ on you (shittin’), ooh, I did it on you
Now you got the blues, like I’m Crippin’ on you (woo)
But I’m on my Blood shit, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
I be fuckin’ doll bitches, voodoo, voodoo (voodoo)
If you gettin’ money then, you cool, you cool (you cool)
But I don’t know you guys, who you? Who you? (Who dem?)
I do what I do, bitch, mind your business
I’m talkin’ my shit, because I’m twisted
I’ma be a billionaire, speak that to existence (ayy)
I believe that shit, if I say it then I meant it
You can’t tell me nothin’, everything in function
I don’t hear no facts, nope, I just hear assumptions
You said you was poppin’ (word), I heard you was bluffin’
Oh you frontin’ frontin’, you really ’bout nothin’
Chicken with the stuffin’, we gettin’ that bank, bank
We gettin’ that KK, fuck what you think, think
We smokin’ that stank stank, loud pack, yeah that dank dank
I ball every pay day, everyday is pay day

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this shit
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit

[Outro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’
Bloody, bloody, ayy
Bloody, bloody, ayy
We go hard for this
If they don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this

Wiz Khalifa – Best Life (feat. Sosamann)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Post-Chorus]
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I got that Hemi in my whip, so I can’t slow it down
I got McQueen in my cup, so it’s going down
I got that KK in my joint, so you know it’s going ’round
I get up on the track an show you how it’s supposed to sound
I come to your town, money get found
Them ‘lil niggas want a ounce, I’m ’bout to roll a pound
Niggas hate, where the bank? I don’t fuck with y’all
Keep it real, fuck the fake shit, sex doll

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Post-Chorus]
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Verse 2: Sosamann]
"Onset!"*
Hey
"How do you feel?"
My nigga, I told you, I’m great
I’m hittin’ the gas, no brake
These niggas, they sad and they hate
While I’m tryna make cash, walk out of the safe
The Ps come from out of estate
Grinded all of my life, but I do not skate
I used to play ball in the crate
Now I ball in the mall with half of my weight (hey)
I’m just out living my life (ooh)
Diamonds they bright and they bite (ayy)
Remember running from the buzz?
Now I perform in front of the lights
Look busy, I’m short, they like the knife (ayy)
Eating the steak with the rice (woah)
Water with no pipe
Yeah, that’d be a wonderful night

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Sosamann]
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
(Hey, hey, woo)
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Post-Chorus]
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

Wiz Khalifa – No Dirt Lyrics

[Intro]
Mhm
Let me talk to you
Show you something that you probably seen before, but you ain’t seen it like this

[Verse 1]
Physically fit, smoking that shit you can’t get
If it don’t make dollars, then well it don’t make sense
Got my crib out in Cali, buy everything for my kid
You hear me talk about it, fuckin’ right, it’s what I live
Lean back, hit the chronic
She like “Why it so intense?”
I say don’t “Don’t worry ’bout it, keep your mind up on these chips”
And these niggas out plotting
They broke so they got something against us
Pot, we smoke it anywhere

[Chorus]
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw

[Verse 2]
Don’t get to a comfortable point
And back off
Gotta be sharp, the game’s filled with whack artists
I ain’t hating on you dawg, get yours
But don’t ever think I’m convinced
These eyes covered by lenses
‘Cause I’m probably high as your rent
See the Forbes list, think they got it content
But I’m not, I’m still hustling hard
Won’t let my paper stop

[Chorus]
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw
Got that ODB, ’cause they say they like it raw

[Outro]
I want some of that damn KK man
Some of that Khalifa Kush, man
Y’all niggas smoking OG Kush
I want Khalifa Kush, man
For’real
The one with that man name on it, man
For’real man, I’m tryna inhale that one time, man
For’real

Wiz Khalifa – Plane 4 U Lyrics

[Intro]
Hallo
Yeah I was trynna call and see what you was doing today and shit
Naw I ain’t busy
You the one the always got shit to do
Yeah yup
I know I always say that
But look I ain’t really got nothing to do later
And uhm, I was trynna see you if that’s cool
Yeah I just left the gym so
I’m gonna go to the crib and I’m come pick you up
Just listen for my car out front
Alright, I ain’t gon take too long
Where my keys at?
My bad

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oooh girl

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Verse 1]
You know what I smoke
You know what I drive
You know where I stay
You frequently fly
We shop we buy
We don’t just be looking
We never be dry
I always supply it anytime you want
There ain’t no need to deny
You’re suppose to be in the sky
Some people think it’s a lie, but I don’t even know why
I put my weed in a cone
We smoking weed like a tribe
You smoking weed to get by
We smoking weed to survive
Smoking that medical

[Chorus]
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical
I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one, I’ll be the one
To roll that plane for you
Smoking on medical
Ooh girl
Smoking on medical

[Mr. Easy Rider:]
Yeaaheaa
This one goes out to all my patients and paitent-ettes
With that medical weed card yall
And I heard it’s legal in Nevada too
Recreation on Seattle
So if you got your ID
Make sure you show up to your local dispensary
And cop you some of that KK
And tell em I sent you
And to all the states that ain’t legalize it yet
Get on board man
We need the green
Make the world a better place
By putting the grass all in your face
Free the weed
Let everybody’s who’s locked up out of jail
And let all these patients get well
There ain’t nothing wrong with it
You was just raised to think it was bad
But now its time to change your mind
Open your eyes yall
Look around, everybody’s getting high

Wiz Khalifa – Get It On Your Own

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, I got a lot of live for
Weed, I got a lot to give
I’m tryna find a spot to get and dodging these cops that be trying to watch the kid
It all depends on what the options is
I stay positive but still focused on haters because they all plotting
Ain’t trying to say it but they all watching
And I know that I’m they favourite
But I wouldn’t be here if I was faking
Fuck all the money they say they making
Don’t hit my line if you ain’t changing things
Know about the bullshit the paper bringing
In the presence of people I plan on being like
Ain’t fucking with you cause we don’t think alike, uh

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalfia]
Been around the world and ya ya ya
Been rollin’ KK, gettin’ everybody high
Smokin’ in places I ain’t even supposed to but they’ll never track
Getting bitches naked like Mardi Gras
We already fried when we walk in the party
That’s when the conversation starts
Them cameras all in our faces
We don’t care ’bout what they say
Get money three different places at the same time
Pull up, hop out, no shirt on and skip the line
Niggas, you really be sick of lieing
Booking me all these shows like I ain’t really sick of flying
All I know is the grind
Rolling the biggest joints, never show up on time
Shorty, we smoke like it ain’t a crime
Taylor Gang or you dieing

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now you ain’t gon’ get it to it if you don’t let yourself
And if you out there on your grind, better protect yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else
And you can’t check me unless you check yourself
And you can’t help me unless you help yourself
Don’t let them do nothing for you, go on and get it yourself
Weigh your options, you ain’t gotta wait for nobody else

Juicy J – Ain’t Nothing Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, uh huh
Nigga I got the black car from the Spike Lee film

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds
Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach
I’m a triple OG nigga 20 years and running
All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies
And J don’t stand in line, I ain’t never never had to wait
I’m the realest in this game, I ain’t never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60’s with this chick, tryna give my dick a hickey
Had to get it out the mud, no wonder why I’m filthy rich
And I’m running through this money like it don’t mean nothing to me, I might

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money, and smashing , she just say nothing

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up in the lowrider two hoes behind us
Police say that they can smell it but I make sure they don’t find it
Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa bout his cash
Bout to build another whip and I ain’t even got to brag
Three women got that bitch leanin’
Young Khalifa got the women screamin’
Done deal, done deal when I pull up
It’s a done deal, lift the trunk, still rolling up
And I got one in the front, two in the back
Do what I want, a nigga be like
King of my city [?] running through traffic
This ’61 I’m building ’bout to be a classic
I’m repping Taylor Gang – they asking; paper or plastic?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
(Yeah , Ey Mike-Will, I got [??] , check this out)
Getting paid like ghost do
In the street, in the club too
Designer everything, Ric Flair
I can buy the rap game, brick fair
Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I’m in the finest car
Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts
Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon’ keep me hard
Black car, better play it smart, nigga we in charge
Get paid, young nigga get paid
And I run the game like a fucking arcade
If we talking money then I got a raise
Drink so strong, they think i got it laced

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

Young Dolph – On The River (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Gelato Album)

[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white bitches sniffin’ cocaine
My trap house live like the "Soul Train"
I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too)
Bad bitches
Young live money, big pound of weed in that motherfucker
Gang gang, yeah

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (yeah)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (yeah)
She started with me first, pulling on my zipper (yeah)
She thick-alicious, so you know I had to hit her
God damn, hell no, boy you know I didn’t kiss her (no)
I’m from Memphis you know I thought about pimping her(yup)
G’s up hoes down
I might break a bitch like I break down a pound
Want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town
Yeah you see that boy ain’t solid make that pussy stay from round
All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil’ bitch
Rich niggas ain’t dumb, dumb niggas ain’t rich

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Young Dolph]
All I smoke is killer (strong)
Gotta shout out Killer (hey)
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (woah)
Got a crib in Cali so my car ain’t got no ceilings (drop?)
Smellin’ like that KK when I walk into the building (hey, hey!)
Bank roll, tryna get another million (racks)
Get jammed up he gon’ sing like Bryson Tiller (damn)
Garage look like the dealer (haha)
Y’all don’t look familiar (who is you?)
Plus I rep them Steelers (yeah)
Don’t care what the bill is (aha!)
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
I met the bitch on the first night, she gon’ try it all
I feel bad for a nigga ’cause he keep tryna call
Got a Rover at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

Young Dolph – On the River Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white bitches sniffin’ cocaine
My trap house live like the “Soul Train”
I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too)
Bad bitches
Young live money, big pound of weed in that motherfucker
Gang gang, yeah

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like “Thriller” (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she fuck with that liquor (yeah)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (yeah)
She started with me first, pulling on my zipper (yeah)
She thick-ilicious, so you know I had to hit her
God damn, hell no, boy you know I didn’t kiss her (no)
I’m from Memphis you know I thought about pimping (yup)
G’s up hoes down
I might break a bitch like I break down a pound
Want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town
Yeah you see that boy solid make that pussy stay from round
All I wanna do is count money lay up with my lil’ bitch
Rich niggas ain’t dumb, dumb niggas ain’t rich

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like “Thriller” (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
All I smoke is killer, gotta shout out Killer
See me in the club I be standing next to killers
Got a crib in Cali so my car ain’t got no ceilings
Smellin’ like that KK when I walk into the building
Thankful, tryna get another million
Get jammed up he gon’ sing like Bryson Tiller
Garage look like the dealer
Got ’em look familiar
Plus I rep them Stealers
Don’t care what the bill is
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
I met the bitch on the first night she gon’ try it all
Lie for bad for a nigga cause he keep tryna call
Got a Rover at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like “Thriller” (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

Lil Duke – Better Days Lyrics

[Hook]
I just sit back and I meditate
Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah
Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he’s in a better place
Hard times equal better days, ahah
Stack up that money, lil’ nigga, go get it
Ain’t worried ’bout losin’, come up, nigga winnin’
Call my lil’ shooter, he strapped with a semi
Some of these diamonds on me cost so many
Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley
All of my niggas they with me not friendly
Niggas be fakin’, they plottin’, they envy
All of these industry niggas some bitches

[Verse 1]
I’m a young crack baby born in the 80’s
Home of the brave [?] greatest
Stay out my city, now stay in the latest
Shoppin’ [?] are raisin’, shooters sit low out in Vegas
We got some bad bitches naked
Bring all your friends, they gon’ fuck all my problems
I just might fuck up some commas
I’m in the brand new Ferarri today
Pull up tomorrow hoppin’ out the Wraith
Stars in the ceiling like I’m in space
I need a bad bitch with me with no waist
Mind my own business, I’m tryna get paid
Get off your ass, there ain’t no time to waste
Nigga talk crazy, get shot in your face, aah
I got the stick, I don’t play
Who thinks they ready to play?
Get hit with machete today
Let’s hop in the ‘Vette and let’s race
Stack up the money, lil’ nigga, go get it
I’m countin’ these digits, I’m fuckin’ your sister
If I fuck one then you know he gettin’ it
Pack me a lil’ Backwood, I’m pipin’ no Swisher

[Hook]
I just sit back and I meditate
Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah
Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he’s in a better place
Hard times equal better days, ahah
Stack up that money, lil’ nigga, go get it
Ain’t worried ’bout losin’, come up, nigga winnin’
Call my lil’ shooter, he strapped with a semi
Some of these diamonds on me cost so many
Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley
All of my niggas they with me not friendly
Niggas be fakin’, they plottin’, they envy
All of these industry niggas some bitches

[Bridge]
All of these niggas some bitches
When you got money everybody with ya
When you got money everybody with ya
When you only look good in pictures
Only look good in pictures
Got the racks on me, not friendly
Got the racks on me I ain’t friendly
Cause all they do is envy

[Verse 2]
Hop in [?] I’m blowin’ on gas like a whistle
She suck my dick, call me Mister
Not signin’ no deal, bitch, I’m filthy
You can’t keep that bitch then I pull up, I take the bitch
If it’s not money it don’t make no sense
Left in a Lemon pulled back in a Benz
Flew out of Paris, I learnt me some French
Call for my homies and bring all your friends
Lot of rich niggas got money to spend
Lots of hundreds I’m in love with Benjs
Drop me a deuce and I coupé’d up a Benz
Lookin’ for money, not lookin’ for friends
Had to stay down and I knew I would win
Had a bankroll when I was turnin’ 10
I hit the block and I was gettin’ it in

[Hook]
I just sit back and I meditate
Roll up KK then I levitate, ahah
Rest in peace my homie, yeah, he’s in a better place
Hard times equal better days, ahah
Stack up that money, lil’ nigga, go get it
Ain’t worried ’bout losin’, come up, nigga winnin’
Call my lil’ shooter, he strapped with a semi
Some of these diamonds on me cost so many
Jumped in a Lamb and I jumped in a Bentley
All of my niggas they with me not friendly
Niggas be fakin’, they plottin’, they envy
All of these industry niggas some bitches

Taylor Gang – Can’t Wait

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long (Who you know smoke more than the Gang?)
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long (Don’t worry I’ll wait)
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long (What up Al Pac!)
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I ain’t waiting for my shot
I’d rather get mine the hard way than take it off the top
I make her do what my car say
I’m skating off the lot, smoking weed in the hallway
I stink of all the pot, think you get out on the squad
But I’m thinking that you not
Run up on me the wrong way and end up getting socked
Ain’t worried bout what you gon’ get just think of what you got
Telling me I’m a star so I take her to the block
Let her meet all my squad see my place
See all of my cars could win a race
But I’m grown I be on a different pace
Get a shot get a chase, I don’t take her out on a dinner date
Want a real nigga mama he’s in your face
Watch how I innovate
These bitch ass niggas they been afraid
We ain’t just getting started we been a gang
You lil ones ain’t in the way, you just a bunch of internet chumps
Tryna be tough, until somebody fuck you up
It’s Young Wiz
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 2: Al Pac]
Niggas bullshitting me I’m on a paper chase
On the grind everyday to get this paper straight
I paid my dues, Al Peezy making major moves
Smoking on some KK sipping on my booze
I’m from the bottom, coming straight off the block
Ride around in the Caddy, high from pushing this drop
Imma take you to the top, still repping for Bigavell
And I’m coming for my spot, still giving you niggas hell
What it is, Al Gotti I’m riding with Young Wiz
Gain Greene, Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz
The streets love it, Al Pac I make it do what it do
If you niggas need that wave I put you up in the loop
Got your lady in the coupe and she swallowed the whole team
When we pull up to the spot, we murder the whole scene
Hold it down for the town, I’m the menace from uptown
Talk crazy out your mouth, my nigga get barked down

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Outro: DJ Motor Mane]
I hope you got your joints rolled
We just getting this thing started
It’s Taylor Gang Volume 1
Your boy DJ Motor Mane checking in
E. Dan on em
You already know how we get down
This has been brought to you by Wiz Khalifa Raw Papers
Taylor Gang grinders on deck
We rollin

Taylor Gang – Freaky Before

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Calling up, wanna know exactly what’s going on
Work all night, fall through the trap in the early morn’
She don’t waste any time she getting what she want
Don’t hesitate, baby relax your mind hit this KK and elevate
Kicking it with some real niggas nothing like them clones
Should be soaking up all this swag instead they going through your phone
Girl, Instagram ain’t got that many likes
First she ain’t smoke when I approached her now she rolling them right
And holding ’em tight, going all night, you know I’m the type
I lower the lights, and

[Chorus] (x3)
She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Boo you nasty throw your legs up, I’m in my zone
Take off your dress take off your bra I’m tryna make you moan
Make yo ankles touch, my thumb in yo’ pussy
Caressing your butt and tell you, how much I wana fuck
But I like watching you, freak me before I hit that ass
Oh you, wanna share me tonight, then call your friend from Georgia Tech
Cuz I enjoy her neck, and I enjoy your breasts
And y’all can fuck me first and eat each other next
I’m so blessed, I’ll enjoy the show
Weed smoke, camera open on my iPhone

[Chorus] (x3)
She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Project Pat-uh, touch them toes-ayes, my lil bros-ayes(?)
Them tats, on that soft pretty skin, and a wet, pussy
I must say, make me wanna murder seen that kitty with it
Promethazine sucking titties, on her mouth I show no pity
Head fire, got them toes curled up like nappy hair
Polo is my underwear she open them legs whats up in thur
I’m going in and out and in and out
I’m trying to keep my (?)
She freaky as she need to be, showing that she fuck with me
She always sucking me

[Chorus] (x3)
She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

Wiz Khalifa – Can’t Wait (feat. Alpac) (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long (Who you know smoke more than the Gang?)
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long (Don’t worry I’ll wait)
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long (What up Al Pac!)
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I ain’t waiting for my shot
I’d rather get mine the hard way than take it off the top
I make her do what my car say
I’m skating off the lot, smoking weed in the hallway
I stink of all the pot, think you get out on the squad
But I’m thinking that you not
Run up on me the wrong way and end up getting socked
Ain’t worried bout what you gon’ get just think of what you got
Telling me I’m a star so I take her to the block
Let her meet all my squad see my place
See all of my cars could win a race
But I’m grown I be on a different pace
Get a shot get a chase, I don’t take her out on a dinner date
Want a real nigga mama he’s in your face
Watch how I innovate
These bitch ass niggas they been afraid
We ain’t just getting started we been a gang
You lil ones ain’t in the way, you just a bunch of internet chumps
Tryna be tough, until somebody fuck you up
It’s Young Wiz

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 2: Al Pac]
Niggas bullshitting me I’m on a paper chase
On the grind everyday to get this paper straight
I paid my dues, Al Peezy making major moves
Smoking on some KK sipping on my booze
I’m from the bottom, coming straight off the block
Ride around in the Caddy, high from pushing this drop
Imma take you to the top, still repping for Bigavell
And I’m coming for my spot, still giving you niggas hell
What it is, Al Gotti I’m riding with Young Wiz
Gain Greene, Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz
The streets love it, Al Pac I make it do what it do
If you niggas need that wave I put you up in the loop
Got your lady in the coupe and she swallowed the whole team
When we pull up to the spot, we murder the whole scene
Hold it down for the town, I’m the menace from uptown
Talk crazy out your mouth, my nigga get barked down

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Outro: DJ Motor Mane]
I hope you got your joints rolled
We just getting this thing started
It’s Taylor Gang Volume 1
Your boy DJ Motor Mane checking in
E. Dan on em
You already know how we get down
This has been brought to you by Wiz Khalifa Raw Papers
Taylor Gang grinders on deck
We rollin