Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Get Your Shit"

"Get Your Shit"


[Chorus]
I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
every night you keep callin me with the same shit
I'm goin insane
I swear I love you but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way, its gonna kill me to say
but you gotta..

pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
told you that I'm movin on you didn't well you oughtta know

to have to shape and mold you I admit was my mission but everything went wrong there
cuz you start actin different
the day you ran up on me I was smokin, chillin
swore you was tryin to roll ain't know I was so appealin
fast forward I'm on the road, you at home
callin me back, forth
can't deal with this relationship but this what you asked for,
ask for them pictures of them bitches,
Shit, I probably wouldn't be wit em if your ass wasn't trippin,
not to mention you actin' like a kid, is the fuck shit I gotta deal wit
send a text, leave me a message try not to listen bring a wrap, you was the main player,
I had to bench you when I showed yo ass how to ball that Louie I bought it all.

[Chorus]
I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl (uh)
every night you keep callin me with the same shit
I'm goin insane
I swear I love you but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way, its gonna kill me to say
but you gotta..

pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
told you that I'm movin on you didn't, well you oughta know

Gone on the road and I'm hardly home on the weekend
you'll be blowin my phone up, try to see who I'm seein
but I'm chasin this paper, so for this paper I'm reachin
might fuck one or two bitches but don't consider it cheatin
I consider the fact I will break up anyway, anyway
based on all the shit that you don't appreciate..
me switchin states, workin hard, meetin dates
n you were thinkin everything was sweet, piece of cake.
well that all changed
what we had was big but you gonna miss the small things..
n that lil cash I spent, that was small change, but above all things,
I still love you but I gotta do my own thing.. uh

[Chorus]
I'm tired of arguing and fighting girl
every night you keep callin me with the same shit
I'm goin insane
I swear I love you but this ain't right for us
I never thought it would end this way, its gonna kill me to say
but you gotta..

pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
pack your stuff, leave my keys, get your shit, gotta go
told you that I'm movin on you didn't, well you oughtta know

How come I never come back now when you call I never call back
cuz I gotta new girl. Yeah, I gotta new girl.
Everything was all good then went all bad and no I don't think bout the times that we had cuz,
I gotta new girl. Yeah, I gotta new girl. Yeah.

oh, oh, oh, oh. [x8]

 

[fox69]

"Gettin It"

"Gettin It"


(Yeeeaah)
I got the city on lock man, (uh-huh)
I don't think I'm this crazy (It's Mr. 412)
It's how the people treat me you know, (I feel good)
It's about that urge, so, (I feel great)
That's why I call myself the Prince of the City
And that's why we back, the second time man, (Yeeeaah)
There's two of them, so, you already know (Money good)
Everything movin' (Haha)
Why would I be mad

(Yeeaaah)
Come and guess who bidd-ack, your favorite young kidd-ack
Niggas gon' hate but still the paper gon' stidd-ack
I live that, the live you little pricks wish to get at
Trynna get a name not the one to come spit at
They say I'm doin' my thing like no one ever did it
Actually made a name in this hatin' ass city
That's why at every show you see me Pittsburgh Diddy
Hoppin' on the road I bring Pittsburgh with me
My Pittsburgh tat match my Pittsburgh fitted
I'm so oh so Pittsburgh if you don't get it
My real niggas what up
Know a man never fall splat
If you down bounce back like a sit up
That money gotta get up, so why would I waste time
Get cake from my bars now so why would I waste lines
I'm like dark in the daytime
Something you can't find
He young with a great mind

[Hook:]
I'm all about stackin' money (stackin' money), Blowin' it (Blowin' it)
Gettin' love (Gettin' love), showin' it (showin' it)
Got ray (Got ray), Roll it then (Roll it then)
Dead Presidents we foldin' them
Talkin' bout hustlin' (hustlin'), shinin' (shinin')
Strugglin' (Strugglin') grindin' (Yeah we grindin' man)
Don't talk till you livin' it (livin' it)
Gettin' it (Gettin' it), Gettin' it (Gettin' it)

And everybody knidd-ow, the boy got flidd-ow
Might be alright but can't fuck with Young Wizzle
Mr. 41, I'm Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back stay what's up I'm actin little
Blunts of that ray got my eyes all little
You know how I get down
Middle finger up and that Pittsburgh shit down
Yeah, it's going didd-own
Now he got 'em all excited they recitin' what I spit out
Stone-cold hustler I'mma get mines nidd-ow
While y'all niggas sit out, doin what, I don't know
I'm somewhere on the road and putting my next shit out
5 alarm blaze flame can't be put out
Addicted to getting paid change can't be without
Niggas try to switch into my lane then spin out
It's all me from here out
No doubt

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Glass House"

"Glass House"


[Chorus (x2):]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't sup than you can fucked get your ass out.

[Verse]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby
But I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused
With one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them.
Under they breath mumbling.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in that position.
I chill with all that baller fishing
You fucked around and you caught a shark.
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder coated
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking?
I'm focused to growing they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucker!

[Chorus]

Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from them.
They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they going to bank something, ain't fronting.
Smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us
Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust.
This bottle smell is obvious
Than my connect come from cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big Jane twisting
Walking how I talk it bitch that's Pittsburgh pimping.

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored
Fifth? Fifth? Really made a
Killing with the bumper grill
Chandelier ceiling plush leaning
Is you fucking, is you sucking
I was wondering cause if not
Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless
Unless you cutting. Bitch I'm just saying
I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
Troy shaking knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I fuck them all
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.
Mississippi Pimp mouth piece frigid
Dolemite out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Go Hard Or Go Home"
(with Iggy Azalea)

"Go Hard Or Go Home"
(with Iggy Azalea)



[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I feel like the sky is falling down
Ain't nobody here to play around
Push it to the edge, I won't back down
Cause it's time to go hard or go home
One way up, no way out
I give it all, all for the family
We stay up, no bail outs
Give it all, all for the family

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Five, four, three, two, I got one shot
You lose the love and respect, that's where the trust stop
New work, top drop
I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus stop
And you can smell just how I'm smokin' when I burn out
And you can catch me ridin' dirty, but my car not
It's love and loyalty until my heart lock
Never turn your back, won't know how it turned out
I said it once, I'll do it again
I'm playin' the game, I do it to win
With you and your friend, that's thick and thin
That's me and my team, you know we gon' win
You know we gon' ball, you know we gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
You know we gon' stick to the course, we ain't thinkin' 'bout y'all

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
M-O-N-E-Y, what I go hard for
Swingin' on the green like I'm tryna get a par four
You ain't sittin' at my table, hope you starve
Ho, don't be pushin' my buttons 'less you startin' up my car
Pressure make a diamond, that pressure make me a star
Got a method to my madness, to bring me down by the bar
People always askin' me how I got this far
My response is just to keep it honest and be who you are
Now they call me Mrs. Money like I'm married to the mula
Just to measure my success I need at least a hundred rulers
Glory, hallelujah, I'ma take that ass to church
I'ma finish like I started, Iggy still got that work

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Go On Hate"

"Go On Hate"


Ay, you know that work moving so that paper steady stacking
And niggas out here hating I done made it cuz I'm rapping
My chain is solid gold, man I said later for that platinum
And threw them yellow diamonds on that "P" and got it tatted
A lot of y'all just talk, I let em see I make it happen
Moving rhymes like weight, some mistake and think I'm trappin'
That heat I gotta pack it cuz they wait for me to slip
Let a hater go'on and trip, 32 off in that clip
I'm riding big shit, and I'm smoking even bigger
Your baby mama say she wanna fuck a young nigga
I took it from an eighth, and made it to a half
Now I'm working with a whole one, language do the math
And it ain't about your man, if it don't involve them presidents
Them dead white folk, all that other shit's irrelevant
Never said I'm first to put the Burgh up on the map
I'm more like Mike Tomlin, here to bring the Burgh back
Khalifa man

Now everywhere I go, at a club or a show
A broke nigga got something to say
Bout what I ain't done, or where I ain't from
But everybody know a hater go'on hate
You know me I'm the P-R-I-N-C-E O-F T-H-E C-I-T-Y
I'm W-I-Z K-H-A-L-I-F-A pussy nigga go'on hate (go'on hate)
Pussy nigga go'on hate
Pussy nigga go'on hate

I be riding while I'm coasting, I be drinking, I be smoking
I be rolling up them blunts that have you choking yeah we call it that ray
I'm a hustler, I be stacking, I'm a hundred, y'all be acting
In the Burgh I get it smacking yeah I own it all day
And them hating niggas funny
Don't got no reason not to like me except I got some money
I turn a classy chick into a certified bussy
Not even the baddest bitch, couldn't get a dime from me
They see me and try and hug me, these haters try and plug me
I got a hundred real niggas, ray to fire for me
You waiting 'round for me, well I think I'll get it started
It's number 2, you act stupid my team'll get retarded... yeah

 

[fox69]

"Gone"

"Gone"


Yeah, it's Young, ya know?
Crack that shit down, roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeuh, this for all my true weed smokers
yeeuh, nigga ask me what's wrong with me...

[Hook]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

[Wiz Khalifa]
I said I'm gone, off that pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
But I'm stayin' high

I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me what's wrong,
Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone

[Hook]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

[Wiz Khalifa]
I said I'm gone, off that brownish drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme slow

Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed, and I'm a different type a high (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free, I duck 'em, roll somethin' (then, I'm gone)

In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high

Fresh off of the plane
Head start into my hotel
Weedman in every city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone)

I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low, and my words are getting slow
Niggas askin' me whats wrong,
I blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone

[Hook]
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky) [x3]
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

 

[fox69]

"Good Dank"

"Good Dank"


Yea........ten steps ahead of these niggas, thats y they fuck wit me instead of these niggas..fool,
Kush and orange juice nigga, I'm tryna use betta words...BEATCHH...germ on the boards,
This time around we want all the money, you niggas short changin, shit, show sumthin...
Champagne and e-z widers....presidential view

[Verse 1]
I keeps it real nothin like you actors do joints I flick,
Bong raps I kicks all cant rips this off tag on your matress fool,
You rather b hi this that shit bitch now u in the presence of the fly
Luis cover my eyes
Not them 100 dollar ray bands fam these 675
Rap ass niggas tellin u lies runnin game sumthins money jus cant distguise
So y keepin it g is where I keep my pride
You a lame smoke some good wit a a cuple of niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yella and jus by the smell you can tell us cronic I smoke my pockets on mozzerella
Your bitch here twistin up like propellas
Got my paper rite now we like white boy here they way they jelous,

[Chorus]
When we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats why we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flick this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, (oh, oh) now everywhere I go I flyyyy,

[Verse 2]
Most of my bitches use and abuse these niggas callin em makin em pay they dues
Spendin all your hard earned money on bags and shoes when all they need is kush and orange juice
Shit thats what I feed em, they download my songs watch my interviews and read em,
Treat her like u love her I fuck her once then I dont need her,
I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty,
I aint on a sports team but ya nigga ballin, dont pick up my line less I see its money callin,
Jordan shorts by the pair and my sox is ralph lauren, and I got that dank from my nigga down new orleans,
Real as they come everyone of my niggas all in,
Niggas'll talk slick but me I'm gettin to the paper cuz they see us and act like they never hated

[Chorus]
Where we come we came to spend money we think it aint nothin thats y we get to cuffin
They hoes she comin to drank and smoke some of this good dank then go back to my place dont ask you already know,
Aint worried bout another nigga while I'm gettin mine homie I aint got the time,
Face in the clouds I'm feelin like the time is on my side,
But they dont wanna see me flyyyyyyyyy..they dont wanna see meee fllyyyyyyyyy....life is all I know,
Flips this weed and dro, grindin paid its toll, now everywhere I go I flyyyy,
... taylor gang in this bitch....e you a fool, big bags of kush, put a x in the middle, add the orange juice nigga...

 

[fox69]

"Good For Us"

"Good For Us"


I loved rappin in New York
KK and dirty lemonade
And I just checked the charts too
I'm still #1 (hahaha)

Uh
Wake up wake up
Bake up bake up
Money comin'
She lookin' good
With no make up
Pull up pull up
Full of that Kush
I wish you would
My neck of the woods
Is misunderstood
No pain no gain
I play the game
Got cars got fame
Got on these chains
I stayed the same
When she come over I need more brain
And we get stoned and we gon' ball a high scorin' game
Them niggas cool, they ain't right tho
I have you somewhere by the pool gettin' right
Leavin' school takin' flights
Sayin' you would, would you might tho
Stop fuckin' with the nigga that you with
It's Taylor Gang life
You be pourin' out champaigne, spillin' it up
Puttin' money in the safe, would be fillin' it up
Got the number one record and I'm still in the cut
It's the Gang baby, ain't nobody realer
Roll the next one bigger

[Chorus - Marvin Gaye sample:]
And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing, oh baby

Oh, baby now let's get down tonight

Let's light a joint
Drink some mushroom tea
Have a conversation

I wanna take you around the world
I wanna show you some things
I wanna get away from all that shit
Just leave it all

If you smoke a little bit of weed
I'll some a little bit with you

Yeah
Taylor Gang
We ain't going no where
We just gettin' higher
Tryin' to do things

 

[fox69]

"Good Life"

"Good Life"


Put on a gas
I am fast
Living...
I have no contra...
Now I am taking bad... with politicians
Helicopter feds I am... to get to know...
I don't want to brag but you ain't tried to hear about
The money drugs and women that I wanna add
Smoked so much that I am going brain death
Whores are made of me cause my phone...
I tell her wow slow down baby... lady
You drive by I... it's a couple of paper plans
Broadcasting my name over internet
Airways bitches... on twitter put my music on my space
If you smoked the role and played this I'm gonna hustle...

 

[fox69]

"Goodbye"
(feat. Johnny Juliano)

"Goodbye"
(feat. Johnny Juliano)



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

??
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