Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"In My Car (Tha Puff Bus)"
(feat. Juicy J)

"In My Car (Tha Puff Bus)"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl

[Wiz Khalifa:]
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what gear I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm steerin
Blowin o's out the window,
Suede on the floor, doors, plus the ceiling
And I keep it clean,
Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe their feet
Go over a few things, then I'm a wipe this weed
Don't want any burn marks sweetheart
So hang it out the window, if you gotta
Fuck up once, I get you outta here
Uhh
I'm talkin loud pipes and rally stripes
So much paper I'm mistaken have to count it twice
Yellow car come out at night
All the hoes be into it
Remote control starter
That bitch runnin when I get to it
Watch your bitches run until they get to it
And girl there's only one, you ain't gonna get two of it
So ride with a nigga gettin high, sittin 22 inches fly

[Chorus:]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl

[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets never empty
I'm high and always tipsy
Extasy that's plenty
Model chicks, stripper bitch,
I be fuckin many
Every car I paid cash, I don't pay no lease fee
But I get my dick sucked, monica lewenski
Ya'll niggas a toilet bowl, I do all the shitting
Lamborgini, fly doors go on with the
I pop a lot of pills, I pop a lot of seals,
I pop a lot of pussy niggas that are not real
When you see my jewlery game, you gonna get the chills
Inaudible

[Chorus:]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl

 

[fox69]

"In Tha Cut"

"In Tha Cut"


Niggaz know
Taylor gang sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga
Real shit

[Chorus:]
We never low low
Away we go go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low low
Away we go go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, rollin doobies up

[Verse]
Rolling all this weed I am holding
Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o's she knows my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
Coming for the game, dont run it, I own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
This is how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
before she was finished man freaky got super loosed

[Chorus]

[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
It's so funny
On that paper chasing case the money run from me
in the cut rolling up keep them EZ widers stuffed
While them lil niggas still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made us another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"In The Air"
(feat. K-Young)

"In The Air"
(feat. K-Young)



[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You’ve been lost with them rookies
Young Khalifa on this pro shit
So sick of standin still I could get you in motion
Trips out in the sand
Rollin swishers by the ocean
Toastin, private seats on the cloud and we ghostin
Used to play the low
Now you can’t help but get noticed
Startin to get approached and your
Girlfriends gettin nosey
Still you hold me down,
Hold me down ain’t ‘fraid to show it
I know she someone I can grow with

[Chorus: K-Young]
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air [x12]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Tell me what’s your name
Here’s my number you can call me
Can’t deal with a wife
But you can be my little shorty
I can be your star
We can kick it out in orbit
Or get done with this,
Flip somewhere and record it
Says she got a man,
But her man she gettin bored with
Love me cause I grind,
She don’t mind where I be tourin
Don’t got lots of time, therefore
I can’t be your boyfriend
I’m more than in the air, soarin

[Chorus: K-Young]
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air [x12]

[Bridge: K-Young]
I won’t be excited to sit at home
Waitin to hear the phone ringin
No, oh, oh, I won’t
Even though I’m in love with you
Yes I’m in love with you
Girl I’m hopin that forever we’ll be tight now
Let me put in on the table for you right now

[Chorus: K-Young]
Girl I wanna know, girl I need to know
If you really with me, if you’re not then you can go
Girl I wanna know,
Would you tell me a lie? No
If you ever leave my side, no
Would you play with my time? No
If you rider put em
In the air [x12]

 

[fox69]

"Incense"

"Incense"


Oohh.. Oh and ohhh
No, nooo, noo, no, no, nooo
Ooohh, noo, no

Once we smoke, we gotta use them incense, babe
Do my stroke, for real
I'mma do it slow, like a puff-puff pass
Right...

And when we smoke
Oh, we gotta use them incense babe
When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it
So long, we be burning out them candles girl
Oh, no, no, nooo

When I'm out with my niggas, when you're out with your bitches
...You don't text or call!
You the late night type, you would spend a little, too

Ride with me, spend time with me
Unwind with me, so I could read
And be on top of me
In front of me
Having fun with me
Girl, for none of me

And when we smoke, we gotta use some incense, babe
And when I stroke, you gonna remember my name when I'm in it
Go longer than them candles burn

You want it all? You get it all
Where my down-South girls? Where my Eastcoast girls?
Where my Westcoast girls? Where my Chi-town girls?
My Toronto girl
Oh, I know you with it
Out of France, they say that I'm the man

And when we smoke, we gotta use them incense babe
When I stroke, I'mma go slow when I'm in it
So long, we be burning out them candles girl
Oh, no, no, nooo

When we smoke, we gotta use them incense, baby
When I stroke, you gone remember my name
I'ma go low, do it til them candles burn
Uhh, ooohh, uhhh

 

[fox69]

"Incompatible"

"Incompatible"


[Intro:]
Incom, incom, incom, incom, incompatible, (Oh)
It don't matter though (Oh)
Cause someone's bound to hear my cry (Oh Oh Oh Oh)
Speak out if you do (Oh)
You're not easy to find. (Oh)

[Verse 1:]
They say I'm on some shit, but I'm just workin hard.
If you ain't on your job, then we can't get along.
I'm smokin everyday, my money getting long N niggas gon hate,
That's why I made this song.
Shorty blowin up my phone, she say that she in love,
No matter how much I give her, she say it ain't enough.
Hold up it's not a game, no I'm not the one to play with
You see the ice and lights on my spaceship?
Yeah, I'm out here livin, nigga famous in my songs.
My paper too right, I can't do wrong.
You think too small, I see the big picture.
N I fuck with real niggas, so I can't do ya'll.
Too gone, I be reppin Taylor Gang, who ya'll?
N that talkin you doin can't do harm.
Cause I'm on, nothing left you can lie bout,
but it only took once for me to find out.
Pussy nigga we're...

[Chorus:]
Incompatible,
It don't matter though
Cause someone's bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You're not easy to find.

Incompatible,
It don't matter though
Cause someone's bound to hear my cry

[Verse 2:]
She say I'm on some shit, cause I don't be at home.
She called her daddy down, but I be on the road.
Gotta get this money, so I gotta do these shows.
Text me every day, but I don't even call or respond.
Got the nerve to say I don't do you wrong
Look at my picture every time you hear my song.
I tell you all the time, I get it together.
Shoulda listened to ya girls, you can do better.
I'm gone when you need me, busy when you're alone.
It's hard to believe me, when I'm in the studio
Groupie hoes on a nigga, follow anywhere he go.

 

[fox69]

"Initiation"
(feat. Lola Monroe)

"Initiation"
(feat. Lola Monroe)



[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Sledgero
You've always been a fool man, but you're stupid for this one

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
This is for my young niggas, this is for my paid niggas
This is for my wild niggas, this is for my gang members
This is for the ones that don't care 'bout bein' hood niggas
This is for them badasses, this is for them good niggas
This is for them fly niggas, this ain't for them broke niggas
This is for high niggas, roll one up and smoke, nigga
This is for them boss niggas that be gettin' paper
This is for them real niggas, this ain't for them fakers

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
This is for them Taylors [x16]
Yeah I got it, so I flaunt it
And I bought it cause I want it
Screamin' fuck a bitch nigga and a hater
This is for them

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
This is for them lil niggas that be goin' so hard
That be on they grind, know exactly where they post are
Tryin' to get they cheese, tryin' to get they pocket so large
This for niggas over-seas, this is for them dope boys
This is for them joint-smokers, this is for them gin-sippers
This ain't for no ho niggas, this ain't for no bitch niggas
This is for them rich niggas that be gettin' paper
All I do is ball, nigga, that's my human nature
This is for them niggas who know that they got strong pack
If it ain't strong, we don't blow that
If it ain't strong, it's gon' go back
Money so long, that shit throw-back
And my nigga, this shit paid for, I don't owe that
It's a movie dog, it's a Kodak
And I'm so gone, see you later
This ain't for y'all

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lola Monroe]
Monroe, Taylor Gang's?
For dough, four more coupes then blow mo'
It's about to go down like a credit score
Your broke ass can't even use debit, whore
Versacci decor from the bed to the floor
Have several seats or exit door
Pussy sweet, shoot me
We ain't gettin' money, Jew me
Whole time your pockets' tighter than a new weave
Fuck 'em, we gon' roll up like two sleeves
Taylor Gang, I'm built to bang
Y'all pussy weed blanks from failure range
They could never duplicate my Taylor frames
It's the Taylor ring, got a Taylor dame
For this cheese, oh snap
And focus on my head shots
And I ain't never loafin', you won't catch me with bread knots
Eenie, meenie, minie fuckin' mo
All these birds be goosin', so I be duckin' hoes
N-never had an issue givin' bitches my ass to kiss
Wiz told me get 'em so I'm comin' out blastin' bitch

[Hook]

[Outro: Amber Rose]
Hey baby, it's me
Um, I know you out there performin' right now, but
I just wanted to leave you a little message
To let you know how much I love you
And I miss you
And I wish you were home with me right now
But I'm so proud of you
And I'm so happy that you're doin' so well out there
I miss you baby, I miss you so much
I can't wait to see you
I love you, muah, bye

 

[fox69]

"Ink My Whole Body"

"Ink My Whole Body"


[Intro:]
Yeah...
Whaddup Taylor Gang,
Starpower...
It's star year.
You know what it is!

[Chorus:]
Ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck,
Ink my, ink my, whole body, I don't give a motherfuck,
Ink, ink my, whole body, I don't give a motherfuck,
Ink, ink my whole body, ink, ink my whole body...

[Verse 1:]
Got so many tats. you can't even count 'em up
In the shop ery'week, I can't seem to get enough
My aunt said my skin too clean to mark it up
But I'm a' "ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck"
I'm blowin' purp., no shirt
Windows down, screamin' "cash rules", showin' off my tattoos
Hoes spazzin' when they see me
Run up on me starstruck, askin' can they read me
See Matt and told 'em "Sleeve me"
Heard your man gotta' star tat. and tryin' to be me
I make it look easy, people say I'm crazy
Body marked up like a wall in the 80's
Speakers scream loud like a car full of babies
Chain's so sick, think my charm came with rabies
All I heard these days is (I think you're goin' overboad with it)
I ain't addicted, I'm committed,
It's Wizzle man...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Got stars over here, little star over there
Stars everywhere, 'cause nigga' it's star year
The name star power, my jewelry star bright
The tat. on my face say I'm livin' the star life
And by the way, you know it's Taylor Gang
So as you see us, I'm inked up, from my feet up
I keep blunts flickin', new tats. ichin'
Black chucks coppin', new shit droppin'
I'm the one they call young,
Body marked up like the subway in harlem.
Niggas say it's "hard", white people think it's awesome
Chest, neck tatted, whole sleeve on my arm done
They say I look like Tyga man
I put some lime in the swisher sweet & twist it all up
Can't wear a shirt, the bitches lift it all up
I'm tattin' my body, 'til I filled it all up

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Isaac Hayes"
(with Chevy Woods & Tuki Carter)

"Isaac Hayes"
(with Chevy Woods & Tuki Carter)



ID Labs music, boy

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm never gonna give you up
No matter how they treat me
Never gonna give you up
Your love will never come down
I'm never gonna give you up
I'll always keep you by my side-ide-ide-ide-ide

[Tuki Carter:]
Look and I'm just used to grindin'
And I'm just used to two bad ones, you know like Frankie Lymon
I used to sit on my porch and torch up that smoke
Get high and observe a few folks
Go get a six pack and where your bitch at?
I bust down four times like Kit-Kat
Did that like it was some get back
Sit back with that L, you earned that
Light that joint back up and blow that
Hold that smoke on end, don't choke that
Like you up one don't blow that
Your hood expects your bro back
And don't return like you stole that
Pockets on pufferfish and I know that
You blow pop for that trash pack
Pack the whack shots like Lebron back
I'm off that [?] that you can't finesse
I did it first and I done it best
We run the check and we run respect
It's Taylor Gang and you just a name
It's Taylor Gang and you just a name
And it's Taylor Gang and we just a gang

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm never gonna give you up
No matter how they treat me
Never gonna give you up
Your love will never come down
I'm never gonna give you up
I'll always keep you by my side-ide-ide-ide-ide

[Chevy Woods:]
Still killin' niggas with more [?]
Money I need more of that
I'm a touch some millions, yeah I'm sure of that
Money behind these tents
Money spent on my lens
Fuck niggas hatin' man, they thought we'd never win
All of these blue bottles, fuckin' models off gin
Spendin' it how I wanna cause I'm a get it again
Gotta keep [?] case niggas spend a band
Let it go down once it won't go down again
If the dough fallin' off, switch the game up
All this money on me, no and I won't change up
All these niggas with me, yeah they on the same stuff
When you see us out homie, throw the gang up, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I'm never gonna give you up
No matter how they treat me
Never gonna give you up
Your love will never come down
I'm never gonna give you up
I'll always keep you by my side-ide-ide-ide-ide

Studio fees, palm trees, I'm always smokin' weed
Call her up, fuck her to sleep, she all weak in her knees
Now I'm hot, Instagram thots all in my bachelor spot
She don't smoke pot, think not, I kick the hoe out
Funny hoes show how it goes when in the presence of six zeros
I be with presidents, legends and shit, heroes
Countin' up hella chips
With niggas that don't leave no evidence
All your talkin' is irrelevant
I roll a joint, you roll a joint just for the hell of it
I hit the weed, they gon' complain cause of the smell of it
Jump on this plane, come take a ride and gon' inhale a bit
We ain't the same, it's Taylor Gang nigga

I'm never gonna give you up
No matter how they treat me
Never gonna give you up
Your love will never come down
I'm never gonna give you up
I'll always keep you by my side-ide-ide-ide-ide

 

[fox69]

"iSay"
(feat. Juicy J)

"iSay"
(feat. Juicy J)



It's KK what I'm smoking nigga

And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it
Been smoking so much weed in public own a school with it
Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich
You niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless
My crew ain't part of that bullshit
My new whips the hardest
Walk in the office like a business man
I'm just an artist
Smoking and all, crib full of weed
Plaques on the wall
My face on all the magazines
Kush in this jar I'm getting this cheese
Pants skinny rubber bands plenty
Whole team going hard like it's the last inning
Whole team going hard you got no chance of winning
Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pinning
I play the game left hand like my man Jimmy
You just a right hand man call that man semi

[Hook:]
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do

All of this off the internet
Those who ain't seen it coming dog I been a threat
Been smoking up all this weed
Been rolling up while I drive
Been to the bottom and back
Been seen you haters disguised
Niggas telling me lies
Just to try to get close
Shades cover my eyes cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn’t tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
Juicy J he ride, it’s the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that’s what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me before
Snoop sat me down, school me even more
Kick it with my son and don’t even do the awards
Said next year I might win me one
You got problems don't lend me none
Got a pound then go send me one

[Hook:]
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do

[Juicy J:]
Niggas out here broke because they scared of that bread
My money so old I got mold on that bread
How you think I win and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?
Turn around and bought a Maybach next week
A nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat
A nigga ain't paying fair, and life ain't cheap
Nigga ain’t shit sweet but this box of swisher sweets
Ever since I was a youngin I was
Getting it in the streets
Now I'm on tour even getting it overseas
All the way in Switzerland stacking swisser-cheese
I ain't too good for that brown paper bag
I can still move that work and I get it off fast, hoe

[Hook:]
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show how much
Real shit a nigga do

 

[fox69]

"It Could Be Easy"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"It Could Be Easy"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



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[Intro:]
Ohhhhhhhh ohhh ohhhhh ohh
It could all be so, it could all be so
It could all be so easy
So, so easy, so easy
Yeah, hey hey hey hey, listen!

[Chorus 1:]
It could be easy, it could be easy
It could be easy...
It could be easy, it could be easy
It could be easy...

[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, high school man
Taylor Gang, young Khalifa
I'll show you how to do this shit, uhh

(It could be easy) But you probably won't believe me
That's why I'm smokin, ridin listenin to "DoggyStyle" on CD
They saw me on TV, now they gon' try they hardest to be me
Said she know just who I am and plus my team is undefeated
I'm the man in my city, if you want I got the key
and I could put you on the game or on the ocean by the beach
Everything you see I own, I don't gotta lease
If your bitch outta control better put that hoe on a leash
Umm (it could be easy) if you listen to what I'm tryin to tell ya
Every dime pays but they catch you messin with that high grade
they gon' try and fail ya - call up moms, tell her
you in the hallway, plus your clothes smell kinda familiar
I ain't trippin, I'm twistin up another one
Got a couple problems with my bitches dawg cause pimpin ain't (easy)
I'm rollin up trees, stayin low from police
And don't ask where I been, Dogg I'm goin where the G's be
Haters talk when I leave, they just front when they see
what they want, say they don't but they need me
I'm like a fuckin Game Genie
Young nigga but I make it look easy

[Chorus 2:]
It could be easy
But the smallest little things we make so hard
Make so hard, make so hard
Yeah just like a free throw, life it be so easy
It could be easy
Well then tell me would you really be who you are?
Who you are, who you are
And it's been done before, I think you should know, know, know

[Wiz - over Chorus 2]
Hahahaha, I got class nigga fuck that I'm tired
I'm tired of fuckin around man
I'ma go to fuckin class man
I'll get at y'all niggaz later
This shit easier than it look man
Real shit, I'm gettin money too
Stayin fly, fuckin yo' bitch
What up Dogg?

[Chorus 1 w/ ad libs]

[singer]
It can all be so easy
It could be easy

[Snoop Dogg]
Flyin on a plane plane, dippin to this thang, bang
Never the same gang, she ask me if I gang bang
If Peter Piper pick 'em, then Snoopy Doopy pimp 'em
The track is where I kick 'em, now baby suck a dick up
until you start to hiccup, now look here breezy
It's real hard, but you can make it easy
I am pleasurable, now baby please me
And once I get up in it, I'll make you need me
(It could be easy) Like I love weed leaf
Baby starvin, now she feed me, believe me, you complete me
Protect the spot, and when I'm in school
Lay low, be cool, connect the dots, I do it vagrantly
Truant agencies on my wingtips
I ditched English, for Olde English
40-ounce loc, with some buddha Thai, mix it with some kush slow
With a E.T. high, so, I'ma phone home
Baby on some knick-knack, paddy-whack, give her Doggy bone
We +Home Alone+, now she's suckin on my bone
Macaulay, Phifer, NASCAR driver
Rollin with a real Eastsider
It could be easy

[Chorus 2 + Chorus 1 + Chorus 2 w/ ad libs]