Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Pretty Nights"
(with Ty Dolla $ign)
(feat. The BMMB)

"Pretty Nights"
(with Ty Dolla $ign)
(feat. The BMMB)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
There's no such thing
There's no such thing
The millions they say I never know such things
Not only that they say I never blow such things
On shots vacation homes for my whole fucking team
The sweeter is the most expensive
They say I'm on but the weed I'm rolling gon' convince him
Bring in the best bottles of wine for dinner
Go ahead and let some of that stress out
We young niggas started from nothing now we pulling Porsche's and Vets out
Throwing back shots of coke in our [?]
[?] best style
Roll up that chronic so everyone can get high in this bitch
Roll one [?]
Realize I've been this shit
Realize some niggas been hating on us cuz they ignorant
Realize that I've been killing the game and I ain't innocent
Smoking my joint til it ash [?]
Sitting in a hot tub thinking about this bread of how I been getting it
For Pittsburgh just smoking up the

[Hook - The BMMB:]
Upper east side
London and Tokyo sounding pretty nice
Never going to sleep til the sun rise
Miami's heat, Paris life
I wanna live that penthouse life
Top of the world, above the sky
I wanna live that penthouse life
With a balcony to watch the stars

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now the waiter bringing in more bottles
In the floor drunk spinning like a floor model
Could buy anything on the floor
But I don't think the floor got em
Spending money with no hesitation
You can tell that we come from the bottom
30 bottles with no conversation
That's celebration for my Forbes spot
They give us love cuz we show love
Tryna be normal but it's hard cuz everybody knows us
When you broke got nothing to lose
When you rich you got nothing to prove
Riding with the niggas that I came up with
Ain't cutting corners or rushing moves
When you the owner you walk in and back
Rocking 15 hundred dollar shoes
My Porsche cruise the...

[Hook]

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
We on top of the world
On top of the world
On top of the world
No, you've never been closer
Closer to the stars
Used to be the shit we dreamed of
[?]
And I still wanna get high tonight
High tonight [x2]
Lets get high tonight
High tonight

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Prince Of The City Freestyle"

"Prince Of The City Freestyle"


(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Uh-huh)
(Yo)

If you a rat or you a snitch
You shouldn't listen to this
If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
If you ain't mention the prince
I'm sick with the spit
You pissed I get chips for this shit
This for my homies that be OT whip full of bricks
I'm on another level, dudes gotta catch up to my ride
I'm ahead of my time
I'm a threat to you guys, why?

I'm still a student, yet I'm fluent with my rhymes
Still that best of that good shit, professional hood shit
Bill Gates cake, I won't settle for hood rich
I'm fresh 'cus we don't sound like that other bullshit
My team hustle, no days off
And weigh so much salt? that you might have to take a snow day off
You ain't coming close to mine, if the cops bring a snitch about you
Me on my worst day is what you pricks amount to
Talk slick like the life we can't get about you
And have dirt on you like I have some shit about you
See Wiz Khalifa's like a teacher I could show you to
A spliff of reefer got me somewhere high up in the mountains
You claim to be S-T-A-R-S
But like your under 21 you can't fuck with my bars
Ask about me the streets think I'm the youngest in charge
Pimp too, leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if it's on then I'm crushing them all
You niggas prolly right, when you say that I ain't fucking with' cha' 'y'all, dog

I'm on a paper chase, moving unit state to state
So I let the haters hate, got about a cake to make
Money on the mind, moving at a greater pace
Hungry on the grind and I ain't eating off a paper plate
I need the finer things, came up on the rhyming game
Now they listening, take his picture in them designer frames
And they come with success some niggas gotta hate
I see you playin with me, it's different, it's not a game
I'm moving heavy in the trenches
Best flow, back dow (door)
When I knock any nigga senseless
I don't do much, smoke about a blunt or two or three
Gonna take more than a few bars to get through to me

(Yeah I'm the prince)
(That's what it is man)
(Show and prove man)
(That's the name of the game man)
(Show and prove)
(And I got next)
(It's ya boy wiz khalifa, 412)

 

[fox69]

"Proceed"
(feat. Curren$y & Big Sean)

"Proceed"
(feat. Curren$y & Big Sean)



[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
This what dreams are made of
Good weed and cold drinks
Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Thanks for putting this together Jerm!
We gon be here forever
And you ain't trippin
Really this high

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
If you offer me all the money in the World
I wouldn't trade it for my girl, my family
Or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town
Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry?
Rollin the papers so they get high with me
And if I decide to give this up they gon retire with me
Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me
And fucking hater burn in hell
Sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells
Niggas scream my name probably praying that I fail
The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale
Gotta weigh it on a scale?
Niggas blow that, bitches know that
Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back
Little homie, that's real
VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill
My watch is an Audemar on smoking OG till my problems gone
You try and call your man he ain't got no more
Probably cause I bought it all

[Hook]
As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
Go to places they never been
I’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
Go to places they never been
I’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
Aquafina and the bong
I’m off in that medina when I’m done
Just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown
Francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on
Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the avalon
Pull your own weight I don’t have no time for tag-alongs
Don’t know what you yapping for, stacking dough
Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
Cell phone in my pocket
My Blackberry biotches
Have ‘em ready, I’ll watch em, daddy back
Niggas plottin’ on the Jets but we got em
We just waiting to drop ‘em
They vex cause we poppin’
And them hoes ain’t worry ’bout ‘em
They sure came up
What they sayin about them boys from the bottom?
Paparazzi cameras spot em
Flash when you see they faces
History in the makin
I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters

[Hook]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Used to want a chain, now I got 6
Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it’s on my wrist, woah
Livin’ the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)
Same niggas try an’ get up on my list (what)
Since I started buzzin’, I got eighteen eleven cousins?
New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I’m cutting
Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
Cause I’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin’
Now, I got signed to my idol
Seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals
‘Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I cant keep up with Bibles
No, young nigga heeding to the title
Where it’s at?
That's the top man, these niggas gon recycle
What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital
But you can’t hold a real nigga down that's why I keep real niggas round

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Promises"

"Promises"


Say baby, Imma wake up for you
Imma have my way with your body
And when I'm done touching you
I bet you won't wanna
Give yourself to nobody
Baby when the lights go out
It's like we're the only ones
And I already feel it now
It's like you're the only one
Only one who knows just how
How to make the time stand still
We're caught in the moment

[Hook:]
So don't let me down
You made those promises
Don't take em back now
Don't let me down
Do all the things you said that had me going
Let's get caught in the moment
Let's get caught in the moment

Smoking one and rolling one
I come and break you down for fun
You love it when I get up in it
Kiss your body when I'm finished
My drop crotch is by Knomadik
My drop top is automatic
Put you in it, now you tweaking
I kidnap you for the weekend
Rolling up and going up
I'm smoking weed and pouring up
I take that money, hold it up
I take your legs and fold em up
I take my time, I break it down
I tell you not to make a sound
I take that KK and pass it round
Your clothes keep dropping to the ground

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Pull Up"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

"Pull Up"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)



[Hook - Lil Uzi Vert:]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Your bitch on my line, she hit me every day
'Bout them dollar signs, always gettin' paid
Bad bitch in New York, bad bitch in L.A
Said I gotta go, she want me to stay
By the pound, bitch I blow it by the pound
'Specially when I'm outta town
Ain't my gang? You not allowed
Get the chicken, flock her down
Ain't hot, think we got it now
Your bitch in the lost and found
Started small, we bossin' now
Not a sound

[Pre-Hook - Lil Uzi Vert:]
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, ayy
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy

[Hook - Lil Uzi Vert:]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Money in the bank, money in the safe
Got my business straight, now I'm switchin' states
(Now I'm switchin' states)
Now I'm shinin' on 'em, now I win the race
Now these bitches chase, now these niggas hate
But these chips I chase
Gas in my joint, gas in my tank
Hit it once, hyperventilate
I do what I want, fuck what they say
What you think? Bitch it's Taylor Gang

[Pre-Hook - Lil Uzi Vert:]
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, ayy
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy

[Hook - Lil Uzi Vert:]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

 

[fox69]

"Pure"

"Pure"


[Hook:]
You gotta know you break it down and roll one
We like to smoke it for the medication
I'm wanting to smoke one it's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation
It's the perfect kind of meditation

If you're smoking on it don't forget to pass mine
This that Kush we call it California Grassmine
If I'm smoking on that dope I sticks and seeds man
Get so high, I get so high you won't believe man
I be smoking all the time they call me ganja man
And this don't come from the store it's from the weedman
Roll it up don't give a fuck about policeman
Burn a pound look like we're gonna need a fireman
Thought I had a problem went to see the preacher man
Said "Ain't nothing wrong you been smoking gas man"
Even used to get in trouble with the teacher man
He said "Next time you come to school might be the last man"
I be teaching bitches how to clear the bong man
All these plants you would think I was a farmer man
Eyes low, blowing smoke, need a driver man
Even though it's against the rules, let me smoke man

[Hook]

Give a fuck 'bout what you heard I'm from the 'Burgh man
I be smoking hella grass like I'm Bob man
I be rolling hella weed up to his songs man
I be chiefing all day like Cheech and Chong man
I be smoking even though you think it's wrong man
I be hoping that my locks is getting long man
Even went really hard with the wax man
Fuck it, every now and then I take a dab man
I ain't there 'less they let Khalifa roll man
If you can't roll a joint then use a cone man
Smoke so much you would think I was an island man
Told them "Don't need to knock it 'til you try it man"
Got so much OG Kush I could pile it man
Off the boat I get high like a pilot man
Learn the rules, check the pack, 'fore you buy it man
Roll it up, light it up, that's that fire man

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Purp And Yellow"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Game, YG)

"Purp And Yellow"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Game, YG)



[Snoop Dogg:]
L.A. Leakers (GEEEEE, MIX!)

Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow

[Game:]
Yeah... Louis Vuitton don, uhh
Purple twenty-fo's yellow Lambo' I'm ridin
Top blew the guts, doors goin suicidin
Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' kill that
Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Watch me ball like you sittin with Phil at
Ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them hood whips
Them Cutlasses, them Cadillacs
That leather be grippin them wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know that
Pops taught me how to get low when the flow clap
Went from a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that
Nigga better know that, boy they ain't playin
Sawed off shotty - what they sayin?
Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in that LeComp
I come through fuckin niggaz off, hop in that truck and then get lost
Boy you playin with a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me
Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties cash
Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
Blowin on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Mamba
Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
Collaborate, with the Golden State
In a yellow six-deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit three and roll
Fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
We don't give a damn, about the big three
L.A. Lake' sho' we 'bout to three-peat
AAd you can bet, that's on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
I'm on the flo', and that's a fact
Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack

[Chorus]

[YG:]
Ridin down Rosecrans, Compton, California
Turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know it's purp and yellow
Take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein doubles
But I'm an angel though and yo' girl's a pigeon
It's money over e'rything, girl you know the vision
Never been a mark, if ya with it we can catch a fade
Brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else fuckin borin
I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy, youse a mark
My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

[Interlude:]
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe that
Y'all already know what it is man
If you don't you should by now
Hahahahaha

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Radio"

"Radio"


[Chorus:]
Uh huh, Uh huh
Should I stay or should I leave
Don't know which way to go
My mind is saying yes, my heart keeps saying no
Can't find the words to explain, you always take it wrong
Call up the station, tell them play it on the radio woah woah
Play it on your radio woah woah
Play it on your radio woah woah

Should I stay or Should I leave
Don't know which way to go
My mind is saying yes, my heart keeps saying no
Can't find the words to explain, you always take it wrong
Call up the station, tell them play it on the radio

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I wanna call my girlfriend, but she's all mad
Everything was good then, now she's all bad
I hit your phone up, you never call back
Would I be wrong if I took everything I bought back
Me and you against the world girl, I thought that
I'd be able to see them signs, no contract
So high off of life, will make a hater catch a contact
But now I treat her like I'm jumping out a plane and fall back
Yeah, cause I can only dream of what we had
Try to work, but seems we go wrong
Sometimes I pray to God, you take me back
Then run and tell the homies I've moved on
But soon as I get my head right
You gon' think I'm stuck and I'm just frontin', no headlights
Put you in the club and bought you stuff you never wear twice
Now the thrill is gone and the decisions in the air like, Damn

[Chorus:]
Should I stay or Should I leave
Don't know which way to go
My mind is saying yes, my heart keeps saying no
Can't find the words to explain, you always take it wrong
Call up the station, tell them play it on the radio woah woah
Play it on your radio woah woah
Play it on the radio woah woah

 

[fox69]

"Raw"

"Raw"


[Hook:]
Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, I'm...

[Verse 1:]
Rolling joints like Ice Cube, living raw like payday
Get a pound by next Friday, get me gone and I'll be faded
And they say i got that raw, yeah i got that Slim Shady
They be running for that pure, Yelawolf that MGK
I got a house like Scarface's, got a car that win races
Got some KK in the jar, know it's raw when you taste it
Eating sushi with my broad, order raw when you place it
Niggas say that they want war, I'm the wrong one to play with
Riding round, blowing pounds, so much loud
On a cloud, roll up now, throwing thou's
In your town, how it sound
Really do some for the game when they start stealing your style
Bring the kush, it's going down

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Niggas over doing shit, I just give it to em raw
Drinking Bombay straight, buying bottles from the bar
Book a flight with Miley Cyrus, and we going to the stars
Got that ODB 'cause they say they like it raw
I got a four fifty engine, in the hood of my car
It sound like a dinosaur, you should hear it when it roar
I let Tuki hit the wax, he was sleeping on the floor
Hear a nigga talking shit we'll be creeping through your door
Her homegirl said she wanna leave with her best friend
She gon' suck it like a straw
I got dollars, I got diamonds, plus I blow it by the onion
I'm a give it to them raw

[Outro:]
Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
And I'm smoking good when I'm in my car
Niggas want beef, you can get it raw
Got these niggas sick, everything is raw
Ask me how I'm living, man I'm living raw

 

[fox69]

"Real Estate"

"Real Estate"


[Intro]
Ugh
ya’ll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change

[Verse 1]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
they feelin ‘em at all, these niggas a mirage
handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
cops fuck wit me hopin to get a charge
hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
if its one thing I know, its smokin and living large
got me speedin down the interstate
see what I’m eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
wait I’m talkin fast car, big estate
money come in cash plus in the bank
nigga don’t believe me, throw it in your face
bitch I'm in the building like real estate

[Chorus]
They say I’m still the same
you know it aint a thang
Beside the zip code aint a damn thang changed
I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
Might crack a smile but aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I’m straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate
find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I dont even call her (call her, call her)
feel like a million dollars

When they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
when they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
hey

[Verse 2]
Ballin’s not a hobby, its my occupation
hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation
couple stars with me, thats a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation
touch the pedal once, it look like I’m racing
eyes chinese, smoke like I’m jamacian,
V.I.P rollin’ doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I’m on some gang shit
gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
aint nothin, told them lil niggas I take from ‘em
laughin my all the way to the bank
tried to talk but they can’t
they just stand there when they starin
hatin, mumblin,
what you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
another city, state, another mill to make

[Chorus]