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24.11.2009 |
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Yeahhh!
That's exactly what I tell these hoes,
?? type a brotha,
Fly head to toe. (WOO!)
I gotta lot of swag,
Need a professional.
And get this doggy bag,
Just I'm head to go.
Yeah I rappin,
All the hoes wanna sing to me.
Do a couple things to me.
Make her bring the team to me. (Team to me.)
I don't wanna fuck. (Nope!)
It might seem rude. (It might.)
A little attitude,
Probably gotta mean chew (Wow!)
You a bad bitch,
With a couple bad friends.
I could let you rock the mic,
She could do the ad libs. (Do the ad libs)
They say I'm aggin,
Nah home, I'm gettin paid. (Get money!)
Shine while I'm young,
Balls in the shade. (Shade.)
So ya best, best hop your ass in the ling. (Ling.)
Fix your doobie up, (Up!)
And start to chew me up. (Up!)
You wanna screw me, what? (What?)
Fuck your old man. (Man.)
Gettin top notch, with no hangers. (Nah!)
Two!
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm all up here cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
A good night.
And that's exactly what I tell the bitch, (Beetch!)
Ain't got the time to easy your mind,
I'm on some other shit. (Sheett!)
Know what you're fuckin with? (What?)
A young star, baby!
Ever met a nigga like me? (Nope!)
Not at all, baby. (Yeahhh!)
A coach player,
I could show you how to ball, baby. (Baby.)
And live today,
Cause I ain't worried about tomorrow, baby. (Nah!)
You heard my song, (Like my songs?)
You seen my face around, (Round.)
So now it's you and me,
So take this good weed and break it down. (Break it down.)
Spot boppers,
Shawty talkin bout skating now. (Now.)
And given brains,
Let me know just what she thinkin bout. (Wow!)
Burning trees,
Courtesy of my Jamaican pal. (Pal.)
Gettin all this money,
With all these honeys I could make em pout. (Make em pout.)
Now I could make you smile, (Smile.)
Or I can make you moan. (Moan.)
Turn you into my number one fan if I take you home. (Take you home. )
Want me to break you off? (Break ya off?)
I'm thinking more about the money, (Money!)
The money's what I'm thinking about. (Thinkin bout.)
Hey.
Shawty, whatchu doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
Doin tonight?
I'm all up here cause you lookin right,
You lookin right,
You lookin right.
Keep sayin that chu wouldn't
But I know that chu might,
I know that chu might
I know that chu might.
See I'm tryin to get it chewy tonight,
Tonight,
Good night.
This the prince.
Two! Two!
Yep.
Two! Two! Two!
This the 4-1-2-0.
Say!
Twooo. Twooo.
Yeahhh!
Sing.
Twooo. Twooo.
Ohh.
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[Curren$y Spitta]
Bout the strength of the quality
We smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building
On my batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really
But that's the way the weed got me feeling
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Mami you got the vision
And I see it HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance
Don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret
I prefer my girls in sneakers
Never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of nike ?
It's bottle pop
Back to back
Extra large
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at
With it
And I'm just tryna hi-hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up ina minute
[Chorus X2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5 flying on the seashore
Get in
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
Well then
Yuh
[Wiz Khalifa]
Listen
If you with it
Get in
What you sippin'
Hit it out of the park
That's if you pitching
First you look at me wrong
Like uh uhh no he didn't
Then you turn into robin on me
You start to give in
Get it
By the beach watchin tennis
Crack anotha bottle of Perrion
LouieV carry on's when you visit
Sending all them singles in yo sidekick
Sentence
Then I reply like
Be there in a minute
Just put me n Curren$y on yo friendlist
The weed come from a village
Truck tire sour diesel scented
Thats real shit
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
We litting refer bumping 808's & heartbreaks
Skinny broad but out them jeans she got a heart shape
Skip the movie date & take her to the horse race yea
And bet it all on the winner
Young entrepreneur give you the business with it yeaaaaaaaa.
[Chorus X2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5 flying on the seashore
Get in
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
Well then
Yuh
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Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
I'ma go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
I'ma go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
I worked for everything I own
Dare a nigga try and take it
Take 300 on the frames
Just from blocking out you haters
Swear they're in my way
They in my rear view mirror
If a nigga act stupid
I'ma let him get his issue
Everything designer
And my back seat's reclining
Got a thing for looking good
And blowing money like it's tissue
But niggaz see you eating
Get to starving for a plate
Well, you don't give it when they hate
That's why my niggas keep a biscuit
It's no gimmick
I talk it how I live it
So when a nigga cross the finish
Gotta push it to the limit
Got a mom and little sister
I plan on taking care of
Lost my uncle this year
Couple niggas in the system
So I roll
No telling where I'm landing
But I know something
That I'm going towards the money
I can see you niggas slacking
Everyday I'm on my job
Yung Khalifa going hard
Till the I'm last man standing
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Got my eyes on this money
And some good weed burning
Buying from ya, you got it grand
Going hard is not an option
Now these niggas acting jealous
'Cause they feel like they ain't shining
And they little shit stop
When it's big shit popping
[Incomprehensible]
Gotta keep it in my system
60 box of Cigarellos
'Cause I blow it by the onion
Pack up some dollar bills
Send some paper to my younging
'Cause he just like Steve Francis
He be playing with them rockets
Whipping on the wheel
Got my peddle to the medal
'Bout to hit another city
Ain't no point of getting settled
Straight onto the plane
Ain't been home in so long
You think it's my cologne
But it's money that you smelling
Eyes like my father
Can't stand my older brother
Got some niggas doing years
'Cause of funny niggas telling
Nigga, I'ma be grinding
Till the day that I expire
I've been running through the batch
Till I'm the last man standing
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So goodbye
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CHORUS :
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' (X4).
Wiz Khalifa:
Yeaaaaaaaa Bitch. You know what it is. It's Wizzle man.
Taylor Gang or die. Heavy Hustle in this bitch. Yea. (hahaha) Yup. Yea.
VERSE 1 :
The way lil' shorty go I'm tryna think where I should take her
Watch her hit tha flo, I'm out here spending all this paper
Bought some cigarillos yeah I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good well shit I wanna meet your maker
Take her, to my home, Say hello to my neighbors
She my biggest fan, I see her man just tryna save her
Put it in her mouth, and now my taste she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me, but can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's, Mac-11 with the lazer
Mami keep on shaking it like she a salt shaker
Hand on the ground, everybody around.
CHORUS :
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo' (X4).
Wiz Khalifa: Yea. Yea
VERSE 2 :
Hey A lot of niggas hate, but all the bitches wanna do me
Wizzle L. Jackson, Yeah my life is like a movie
Heavy Hustle Gang, Swisher Sweets with the jacuzzi
Probably fucked your girl, you don't like it nigga sue me
Shawty from the hood, but in the club she actin' booshie
Body like a centerfold, Boy look at that loody! (*Taylor Gang word for booty)
My ink got her gone, Wanting to know who tattoos me
Head game right, Just said she'd like to ride (Yeah)
DJ play my song, When it come on she gets excited
Before I leave the club, I'll put her number in my sidekick
Swagger on some different shit, She tell me that she like it
Watch her break it down, I ain't playin' around.
CHORUS :
Yeah it's goin' down, Yeah it's goin' down
Watch her hit tha flo', Watch her hit tha flo(x4)
Lyrics Posted by: Ms.N.Tweetyy
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[Intro:]
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Yeah... Yeah... It's Young Kha... (Khalifa!)
Man... Man... Man... It's Young Khalifa Man!
Man... Man... Man... TAYLOR GANG OR DIE!
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
She don't know me, but I know her
I met plenty of her type before
Love a nigga with a fancy car
Live your life like a movie star
Got a thing for expensive clothing
Fuck with it if it's frozen
You got it all
And worry 'bout a thing, no not at all
The music was on, had that sour smoke in the air
Her nigga was jockin, I told her 'come over here'
To my section, he make sure the runway is clear
Then we take off, leave the extra baggage girl so we can float on
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[Verse:]
I'm vibing, you vibing
I roll while you driving
You tired of them lames,
Saying your recline never change
Now you out flying with the planes
[singing: Wiz Khalifa]
So what if they're watching us?
I hope that they're watching us
They could see what I see
Girl what you do to me
Now don't try to talk to us
But No there's no stopping us
It's hard to unlock you?
The ho's that you got, on... on... on me
[Hook:]
I see you staring, I'm at the bar
You tired of them lames you wanna be with a star
I gotta place that you wanna go,
Don't reach out for them other guys, with me you'll lose control
Control... control... control, you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
Lose control... you'll lose control... you'll lose control
Control... control... you'll lose control
[fade til end]
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I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what need boy ya want it
that nigga price high, mine cheap so they love it
do it big shake them off and these haters wish I wasn't
all about my chavo my guap keep keep it commin
who you foolin boy I does it your girl said she loves it
pocket full of guap and that moola keep it commin
heavy hustle, rostrum records on it big man its nothin
cigarillo full o dat rain man I call her fresh puffin
its its its smellin super bad, call me MC puffin
spit that thing in oven turn it up and make muffins
money commin up that moola and the green
money commin in I chop it up between my team
I'm a star in the air, doin big things
why you think your lady stare I'm stuntin like a stunna do
fresh when i want to, do my shit in front of you
money everywhere look dumbie right in front of you
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
Yeahhhh... I'm fresh up of the plane I hit the town straight from tourin
I don't run up and down the court but u can say I'm ballin
the moneys not a problem so you know they goin hate
when they see them yellow diamonds you should see them hoes face
imma need a whole case hit the club and pop them bottles
in it with my thugs spendin dubs like no tomorrow
I make a lot of chavo and meet a lot of bust downs
saw me in the club once shawty got a crush now
don't got the time got a line of sexy women
wanna fuck the team cuz they seen how we be spendin
rock expensive linen ya that baggy shit is finished
when you gettin money, everything is fitted
listen this is nothin close to most of you nigga's weirdo's
my swagga on one followed by a zero zero
I got up in her ear hole she hopped up in my seats
told her ride with a g if you like what you see
cuz I..
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what cha need, a blunt for ya trees
a lot o pipe for all that you got stuffed in them jeans
my ride got screens, I'm high got leans
but I don't sip purple I smoke a lot of green
300 dolla jeans, tight white tee
I look at you and tell you to get right like me
and check your main broad because she might like me
waitin for the right timin and tonight might be
--annhaa--
she say she want a nigga with that moola and that guap
they see me i don't have to say shit to em bro they flop
and as for all them hatin niggas, oh i got em hot
they recognize that I'm on number two and ain't gon stop (two)
I rep my city (city), floodin my p (p)
them airy yellow diamonds lookin like my chain peed (wow)
a pocket fulla dollas my nigga I gang green (yup)
so if your bout your money boy I'm bout the same thing (yea)
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need the feddy and the cheese
The moola and the guap
got moola and the guap
I got what you need.
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Hello, yeah I'm the studio right now
oh, you trying to come through?
(yeah, i wanna give you some studio loving)
alright well umm... I'm a finish up this last lil joint
and i'm a umm...i'm a give you a call. i'm a text you or sum
yeah, nah don't bother putting that on
'[Verse 1]
Girl Let Me Take You To My Studio
Give You Everything You Want And Need
Lay You Flat Like A Piano
If You Let Me Stroke Your Keys
You Going Be Saying Things You Never Said
Matter Fact You Going Be Playing Melodies You Never Played
We Aint' In No Bed,
We In The Lab
And Im Reclining In My Seat
You Can Just Climb On Top Of Me And Ride Me Like This Beat
You Say You Need This (Loving)
Well Imma Grab Your Wasteline,
And If You Like It Deep,
I Could Hit You With That Baseline
I Aint' Tryin To Waste Time
For Me And Your Sake
Plus Im Payin For This Session
I Need More Than One Take
I Make The Boards Shake Like How Im Suppose To
I'll Have You Sounding Good
Lil Ma, I Got Them Pro Tunes
Now You In The Mood
I Got You Doing This And Tryin That
Beating Your Drum
While Im Playing With Your High Hat
You Like That
Soo You Dont Want To, I Just Make You Do It
Got You In Love, Cuz When We Fuck Its Like We Making Music, Go n' Lose It
(Chorus)
I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things that I can see me doing to you.
here in my studio oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa.
You say you gotta work tomorrow, you can make it though,
And even though there's probably other places we can go,
We in my studio,, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa
And No It Aint Gon Stop
I Keep This Song On Replay
Putting All Them Scratches On My Back
I'm Like Go DJ
Be My Guitar
I'll Pluck Your G-String
Pull It To The Side
Imma Make Them Vocals Drop
I'm Gripping On Your Thighs
We Tangled Like Some Cables
From The Front look In Your Eyes
Then I Turn You Like Some tables
No You Fiending For This (Loving)
That's What You Gon Get
And I Cant Sing,But I See You
And Know Im Gonn Hit,Yeaa
Lets Do The Verses Now
Worry About The Beat Later
Heard You Be Going Off That Head
You Don't Need Paper
Play You An E-Major, A-Minor
Girl Your Rhythm Straight
And I Say You Got Great Timing
Feel Your Heart Rate Climbing
Like When My Speakers Quake
More Than okay or Straight
You Got That 8-O-8
You Say You Cant
But I Do Something That Just Make You Do It
Me And You Dont Fuck
We Make Music,Yeaa
(Chorus)
I don't want to be unusual
But there's a lot of things that I can see me doing to you.
Up in my studio oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa.
You say you gotta work tomorrow, you can make it though,
And even thought there's probably other places we can go,
We in my studio,, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, ohhhh yeeaaa
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[Chorus]:
I heard that love, was blind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you mine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here)(oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (here, here, here)
(I got it right here for you girl)
[Verse 1]:
And no I'm not there
It's true them other dudes don't compare
See I got girls a few I don't care
When I see you, I stop and I stare
I'm not some player
Or just some guy
You like my swagger
Think that I'm fly
You caught my eye
Across this club
I'm way pass drunk
I think I'm in love
And you my drug
I need you most
I take you until I overdose
Come here get close
And hit this smoke
If you want 'scape
Then we can get ghost
If you want go
Back to my crib
Get interested
Won' see how I live
Some peace and quiet
To get to know Wiz
Before we slide
You need to know this
[Chorus]:
I heard that love, was blind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you mine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here)(oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (here, here, here)
[Verse 2]:
And no where else
It aint my fault can't myself
I catch my breath
When I see you
You just my style
So whatchu won' do
You private it can just be us two
If you got friends
Then bring your crew
You know how to keep a secret
Me too
I wont tell no one else what we do
Puttin your nails all in my tattoo
I want you bad as hell and that's true
You tell me what a playa gott' do
To make you understand a mad dude
I wont act new
When I'm around
If you end up lettin' me bust you down
I ain't no clown
That you know this
Before we slide you need to know this
[Chorus]:
I heard that love, was blind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you mine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here)(oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (here, here, here)
[Verse 3]:
So don't go far
I won' be everywhere that you are
Your biggest fan
So be my star
I hope you find your way to my car
I take my time, do this right
I'm down for anything that you like
Make girls play the left
'cause your right
Just one thing to tell you tonight
[Chorus]:
I heard that love, was blind
But girl I've seen it (girl I've seen it)
And I need it (yes I need it)
I want to make, you mine
And girl you know it, 'cause I showed it
Please don't blow it
What you need is right here (ahhh oh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (Right here, here, here)(oooh)
What you need is right here (ahhh)
Everything you need is right here (h-here, h-here, h-here)
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Yeah, getting more scrill, deal or no deal, uh
Yeah, chubby bags, heavy hustle, 'course the gang, uh
On and on, and on, and on and
We just drink and smoke until the morning
Your home girl's texting you, ignoring them
Hit the weed, giggle a little then you get horny
I hit the weed, get on my mission and then I'm going in
Knowing damn well they got boyfriends
Till they get the front door, asked her which floor I'm on
I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on
She smoke chronic, know the lyrics to all my songs
It's like I died and went to heaven, me and all my dogs
That's why we sip champagne till the bottles gone
Roll weed on ya, take the bitches, I don't follow y'all
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallin', I can't get up
So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie
Champagne parties in my hotel
Her friends don't even smoke but they digging the smell
Ex boyfriend ringing ya cell but every effort to save you's to no avail
Nutting but starter's on my team, nigga, coach fail
And all we do is get high and watch Adult Swim
Relatively fly like a meteor or spaceship
Party every night and early morning get wasted
All the way 100, you others niggas are make shift
Roll that rapper weed, you smoke and don't wanna taste it
Let's face it, she wanna fly where the planes is
Got her testing out all of my trees, mint-flavors
She [Incomprehensible] the paper
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallin', I can't get up
So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallin', I can't get up
So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie
We stay smoking that la, la, la, easy rider, joint roller, my 9 to 5
You can prolly smell it in the car when we riding by
More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high
We more than fly, introduce you to the gang members
That's Taylor like blood, no gang members
No names enter and now you on champagne land
I'm on an island of hard liquor, it be fans, joint lit and guitar pickers
Going nowhere for awhile, I got good snickers
Now you wanna mingle, heard young single
Big face chips, baby, stack my Pringles
You call it tight, I say well fit
And we ain't taking no prisoners, now you jealous
In ya state please make sure the weed great
Fresh produce, purple and green crates
Groove, crisp bills in my jean pants
Telly room, prolly doing the Uncle Snoop dance, yeah
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallin', I can't get up
So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallin', I can't get up
So will you co-star with me? 'Cause my life is like a movie
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Yeaaaa, ladies and gentlemen (hahaha), I'd like to welcome yall to the life of a star. Yea, a superstar that is. And that's me: Young Wizzle Man. Hahaha. Yea
Little nigga, big money, big dreams
Tall nigga, small nigga, big team
Small teeth, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans)
Some say my life can't be all that it seems (it seems)
Big things (big things)
Big hoes wanna go back to my spot, they say how my shit gleams
Remember when I was a little nigga, fifteen
It's funny how I've grown, yea my money kinda long (kinda long, yea)
And ya girl know the words to every song (song)
Cause I'm a star (I'm a star)
Different week, aint no tellin where we are (where we are)
You look up, I might be gone, yeaaa
The man pose to get that cash in (cash in)
Movin' I see through them lights flashin (flashin)
And no need to even ask it (naaaaww)
Fuck the world, live everyday like it's your last (last) yea (yea)
No matter where you go, they know who ya are (are, are, are)
Run up screamin cause they know you're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)
you're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)
You're a superstar (star, star, star)
Yea, got bright brown heart, got paper
Got in the game and got more haters
My whole swag got grown, got Taylor'd
Hop on a plane and talk to yall later (yeaaaa)
It â€Ës good weed ma, that blunts not flavored
My whole gang, Gucci frame, Chuck Taylor's
We ball hard like the majors (majors, majors)
Prolly cus we major (major, major)
You gon have to front page em
Wild, like a loose animal they wan cage em
Now I amaze em,
Every time I enter a front center stage em
Blame the nigga that pays em
Riding with a bitch, body on her that's Cajun
Couple hundred dollars on these Ed Hardy frames believe me
My future so bright, I need these, excuse me
No matter where you go, they know who ya are (are, are, are)
Run up screamin cause they know you're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)
you're a superstar (star, star, star, star, star)
You're a superstar (star, star, star)
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Uh, uh, yeah bitch, ha, ha
That's what I like to call my type of shit
Yeah, forward progression, niggas got it backwards
I'm relevant but nothin' like you other rappers
You see I fuck with trap niggas
Because really, I'm the only one rappin', get it how you live
Survival of the fittest you should know the code
All I got is what I give until they overload
Nigga, I'm the shit overflowed
And I grab a blunt split it like a chromosome
Uh, I'll have it where you're bitch ain't phonin' home
We done blown the whole oak gettin' our stoner on
Ain't gotta say shit, I know you don't
See my chain, make the same face from Home Alone
All this good weed that I'm puffin'
Got me feelin' like there ain't a place I can't go
Ain't a thing I won't do
And I'm awake so I guess my dream's come true
And the game gave me a feelin' that no one can take away from me
I said no one can take away from me
On the road doin' shows, oh, no one can take away from me
I get a feelin' that no one can take away
Uh, down to take a trip my nigga, what's the ticket hittin' for?
I got some hoes that wanna roll too, ha, ha
And if you wanna see what it's like to be just the team
And tired of the background so you make your own scene
I'll hit you up when I roll through
Yeah, California weed keep ya pissed off in your mind state
Hard to get it on it so my niggas boost the crime rate
It's obvious I'm ghetto so they love me like I'm Kid Rock
Try your luck with what's around my neck and get ya wig chopped
Fuckin' with I can get you so much cash or nowhere fast
I got your bitch in awe, she never flown first class
Or had the driver get her bags
And the game gave me a feelin' that no one can take away from me
I said no one can take away from me
On the road doin' shows, oh, no one can take away from me
I get a feelin' that no one can take away
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Uh, Yea, Uh,
Yea, It's Young Khalifa Man
This for Spacely,
Everyone Call me man
Taylor Gang or Die
And this project is brought to you by (its deal or no deal)
Champagne, and paper planes too
Rostrum Records In This Bitch
Taylor Gang, Happy Hustle... Deal or No deal
Yeaah, Bitch
(And Umm)
(I'm)
[Verse]
Screamin fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money affiliated
Speculating me landing, must of got me mistaken with lame nigga's
Know you gone get high as fuck as long as the planes with ya
Left that major situation alone and became richer
People talkin' down but see me I'm the same nigga
Leave yo bitch around we gone drink the champagne wit her
We don't touch the ground see a cloud with my name it,
Only ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gang
Fool I'm a legend in these streets cause how I do my thang
And Don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chain
Oh, man still they hate and talk smack, knowing if I was gone there be no throne to throw ya rocks at
Cruise at maximum altitudes I'm tryna top that
So in touch with the real them suckas tryna stop that
But I, live or let die, party get high
And tell them lames to the plane or let fly
[Chorus]
Don't know what they hate for
I'm Just gettin my paper
Well maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone
I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame...
They gone miss this plane (plane)...
They gone miss this plane (plane)...
They gone miss this plaaane (plaaane)...
They gone miss this plane (plane)...
I try to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to..
[Verse 2]
Uh, stuck alone in this wave race
Say I'm living to fast, don't plan on changing my pace
Got one foot on the gas, there's never a need for brakes
Smoke ez-wider's with hash, fuck bitches from out of state
Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me plates
Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying drinks
Wit a couple of broads, my nigga's and who got love for me
It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company
Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in, Imma stand out
And view my life through this lens to see how it pan's out
Substitute teacher ass nigga's, need a handout
Middle finger screaming fuck them nigga's who hated,
I'm money affiliated
Pop another bottle, that chronic smokin degraded
Speculating me landing must of got me mistaken,
I'm speaking as the captain of the plane,
You's a runner on the jet way
[Chorus]
Don't know they hate for
I'm Just gettin my paper
Well maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone
I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame...
They gone miss this plane (plane)...
They gone miss this plane (plane)...
They gone miss this plaaane (plaaane)...
They gone miss this plane (plane)...
I try to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to..
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I be rollin
Riden
Flow so fly I be so so high
She say im that guy you wanna ride with
Like my car get inside it
U excited
I dont blame you
Everywhere I go all them hoes act the same too
I dont wanna date you
I just wanna take you home n do somethin grown folks can relate too
Bitch I'ma play you
I would hate to
But if you stay cool we should be straight boo
Bitch I'ma straight fool
No I cant lie
Dont let a day go bye where I aint high
Pump ur brake lights lemme slow it down
Know who I is n how is bout to go down
U wanna roll now
We'll just ride out
Right now I'll show you what I'm bout
[Chorus:]
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am
Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am
Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am
Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am
Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am
Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am
Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am
I be cakin'
Makin all of this money
Look honey I aint fakin
See that ur takin
Thats cool with me
Cause you n ur boyfriend aint got shit to do with me
Truthfully
Real talk
I pimp hard she tell them to get lost
Bottles of patron good green in my cigar
See you in ur girl watchin me n my niggas
Now that ur with us
If not wiz dont fuck a rap star
I just get it how I live
This aint the first time that you heard about wiz
So ma why I feelin me just front n act like it is
U aint the type of juice better then one poundin
Just lettin me come round now she a buss down
Feelin my convo
Then mami lets ride out
Right now I'll show you what I'm bout
[Chorus]
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Tryna front when you see me in the club bitch you kno who I am
Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am
Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you kno who I am
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(puffin) Uh huh
Sledgerin
Uh
Look nigga i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal
Want war? One phone call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate
Bitch i'm out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them doller signs.
Run with them niggas holdin glocks like its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, ain't a choice hoe i gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the voice so i gotta rhyme.
Grind all the time ever since the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake like every day became my birthday
something like a earthquake, the way this shit drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
You didn't know hoe you sit at home and just watch
Less then haters, stone cold spectators
Same lame's turn out to be investigators
No where near comfortable need extra paper.
Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
100 real niggas with their heats on cock
got my pockets on swol still need more gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to hear the young boy talk
Ay ay
The jeans spent about a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, buck 45's on him.
When we hit the scene, the club hoes just pile on him
You scrubs show them groupies love, i just style on them.
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