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"TGOD Mafia Intro"

"TGOD Mafia Intro"


[Juicy J:]
[?]
It's time mane...
TGOD Mafia, 808 Mafia, Three Six Mafia!
Light your motherfuckin' shit up...
Pop what you need to pop...
Pull up [?] what the fuck you need to pull up...

And if you ain't doing none of that shit, need to be
Let's go!
 
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"That Good"
(with Snoop Dogg)

"That Good"
(with Snoop Dogg)



[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(that purp, that bomb, that kush)
don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that

[Snoop Dogg]
Concentrated, everyday I'm faded
tree's prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
never treat ya wrong, to each his own
Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
we up in smoke, making street schemes
smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams
break it down, put it in the zig zag
and pull the top back and let the ass drag
hit the switch, quickest way to get a bitch
executive branch, get a whiff of this
black car, sack a dank
high school nigga what the fuck you think
I'm passing all my classes with flying colors
and everyday I'm high as a muthafucker

[Chorus]
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(that purp, that bomb, that kush)
don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that

[Wiz Khalifa]
Sun roof open, smoking while I'm rolling
my bitches only notice it if its potent
bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean
get in between your legs
join roaches and ashes all in your bed
you calling her babe, she calling me instead
cause I put that game all in her hair
she saw the crib, she know that I'm balling
when he ain't have nothing he used to stall em
now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
and my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
and now when we shop we don't care what the cost is
rolling up good, smoking that bomb shit
blow a whole OZ, nigga that's boss shit
now she all fuck her man, rubberbands in my pocket
getting money, going hard for my profit
bad bitch keep the joint stuffed like stockings
young nigga getting bread, why knock it

[Chorus]
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(that purp, that bomb, that kush)
don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that

In highschool, we do just like we like to
we cordially invite you
now roll up get high to it
we welcome you to highschool
we do just like we like to
we cordially invite you
now roll up get high to it
get high to it

[Chorus]
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm rolling every gram I own
(that purp, that bomb, that kush)
don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
 
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"The Bluff"
(feat. Cam'ron)

"The Bluff"
(feat. Cam'ron)



[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
I got so much
I got so much
I got so much
I got so much

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh, still the same nigga
Still walking all upon your airplane with all my gang members
Smelling like, money and champagne
Part of my campaign
I'm fucking rich my nigga
Some things I can't change
Sometimes I swear I be so fly I mean I can't change
Sometimes I feel I've got a couple people I can't shame
Still rolling weed in a pair of J's
Gettin' ashes all over my favorite jeans
I ain't mad my nigga
I am getting paid, crib with the maid
It's all the same shit, different day
Keep hearing 'bout what these niggas doin'
But them niggas gone, and I'm here to stay
(I'm here to stay)

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I got me a whole one
So I'm 'bout to roll one
As soon as you jump in the ride with me
Now you gettin' lifted, and you feelin' different
As soon as you want you can drive you'll see
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
I told her leaving God (Bye)
Or she can stay and breathe
She looked and said, Cam you don't know what to say to me
(Oh really?) Paparazzi oh baby girl, no playing please
Now point that camera at my pockets cause they saying "cheese"
Put up your life we gambling, next time we out here scrambling
I'm Killah, he Wiz, but all our checks are Cam'rom
Next chapter, next chapter, f-f-f-fatigues and cannons
Fresh rapper, fresh rapper right here where I'm standing
You play? We playin'
Drop by on the way that waving
New five, that's how we playin'
We have wave, I'm just saying
What you sayin'? What I'm sayin'?
Money holds clothes and mayhem
Amen! Please have her on her knees, and she ain't prayin'

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I got me a whole one
So I'm 'bout to roll one
As soon as you jump in the ride with me
Now you gettin' lifted, and you feelin' different
As soon as you want you can drive you'll see
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much
(Yeah, yeah)
I got so much
 
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"The Code"
(feat. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods)

"The Code"
(feat. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods)



[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Cash in the bag twirlin up hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed on repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and you burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard me but the benjamin's do
I'm bouncin' through the club like tigger
I'm a hit the dope, I'm a hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I'm a hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I'm a hit her

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Reppin' Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Reppin' Tgod
All these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin' with me
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil' Homie that's Taylor, Taylor Taylor

[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
Bitch I'm taylored ain't na ho cut from the same cloth
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain't safe and I'm comin' for the spot
Snatchin' all wigs bitch I'm coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don't see nothin' but the gwap

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
All my money I'm a get it soon as I get it I'm a spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin' that marijuana in it
Takin' the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin' it smokin' it all to me ain't no savin' it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin' it

[Verse 4: Chevy Woods]
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain't really bout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of that fall back
7-11 homie don't get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin' bake on anywhere the bread at

[Hook 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Now that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
That's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Lil' Homie that's Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
 
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"The Cruise"

"The Cruise"


Does anybody have regular size papers out there?
King size? I'll use those

[Hook:]
Got the windows down, radio's on

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least you think you do
When it's time to ball, niggas better think of you
You see the life you wanna live on TV and wanna be a part of it
Spend every night just popping bottles, pouring drinks in VIP, and you love it
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, don't worry, that's just how the game go
The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, but I'm just singin' the same note, playin' the same song

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You got it all, well at least they think you do (woo, yeah)
When they say workin' hard, man, they better think of you
Cause all these plaques, nigga, that's because of it
Wouldn't have shit if it wasn't for it
Smokin' on medicinal, spraying ozium to try cover it
In the game playin' hard, but I'm just in the game, I ain't in love with it
Y'all niggas tryin' to get famous, a nigga like me tryin' to get fuckin' rich
Fuckin' rich, fuckin' rich, broke ass niggas can't fuck with this
Fuck a deal, when it goes down, got a hundred mill on my fuckin' list
Y'all niggas gon' keep on hatin' but we ain't gonna stop then
You'll catch me in somethin' foreign and the top gon' be droppin'

[Hook]
 
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"The Grinder"

"The Grinder"


Uh, rolling up the grass, living badder than them niggas
That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up
Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
Somebody be dropping off some trees
I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain't gotta
Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper
I swear ain't nobody do me no favours
Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition
Easy part's forgetting, but the hardest part's to try forgiving
Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking as the one to wait up on
Cause I was young thought I was dumb
Nigga, what you made's a photographic memory
Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
And those other ones not to mention your niggas
You caught 'em repping Taylor Gang with us

I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
I spark up a J and ask 'em if they wanna take one with us
Made man, ain't nobody make a nigga
'Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
You niggas too small dawg, I'm thinking bigger
Critics comment on how I'm smoking weed and drinking liquor
On how I was nominated, but not the winner
But you should start counting on how much I made this year

Yeah nigga, I'm up in the air, nigga
And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga
Owner of the team, I ain't even a player, nigga
Four hours up, niggas ain't caring now it's getting dark for you niggas it ain't even fair, nigga
Blowing helladank, I mean so much I think it's growing out my hair
The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there
 
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"The Kid Frankie"

"The Kid Frankie"


Yeahh...[mumbling]....kid frankie!

[Verse 1:]
I live life sucka free
Thats why them niggas you be wit, talk down like they don't fuck wit me
I get money realistically
And the homies show me love
Groupies wanna leave tha club wit me
Aint nothin to a G
Let your hair blow in the breeze
Roll some bomb ass weed!
Get high, cruise at a jet speed
Do it like I do it for TV
675 damier LV's
7 somthing wit tax
And when im on the plane, got the carry on to match
Nigga thats fly shit
Trynna peep game lil homie just watch this
Champagne in my cockpit
Talkin bout you got a man mommy just stop it
Please!
As we proceed to give you watchu need, to roll up our weed.

[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)
Okay

[Verse 2:]
Self-made, been through what I been through...
So I know what I know
I write bomb rap songs, tell them bitches what im in to
So the hoes wanna roll
First class roll to another coast
Just to smoke kush
I know a nigga who grows
And thats on the real momma
If you tryna slide gotta bring one for Will
Just another day in the life
Nother plane
Nother night
Gettin faded wit another nigga wife
Drinkin hella champagne
Tanqueray wit the sprite
Then I'm up in the AM to catch another flight
Niggas reppin the gang
Simply because everything else lame
The fans want real niggas
Them hoes lookin for change
I seen it all
Player in the game
First they bitin our flow
Now they jackin our slang

[Hook:]
You out here talking it
Im out here livin it (out here livin it)
Niggas know we doin our thing cause we out here gettin it (out here gettin it)
But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (gang gang)
Aint nothin changed (nothin changed), still rep the gang (still rep the gang)

So incredible... Hahaha...If I do say so myself...My nigga germ, on the boards
Yeah he did that shit fool... Yeah! Hahaha... what up Will?...
Benji just got off that flight from vegas...Okay...
Taylor Gang, Over everything! Rostrum Records...
Thats how the fuck we do shit! Yeah! Bitch! Smoke somethin...
Kush and Orange Juice nigga....Can't forget that....Everything's Louis Vuitton on this...
 
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"The Last"

"The Last"


Y’ll already know what it is
We the last…

At night that’s when all the lights shine
Ask the stewardess what’s the flight time
Know we grown we all got shit to say
But we drunk so it’s the right time
Outer Space they got a hot clime
Out of sight, I’m out of my mind
I did everything on my own, so
I could give a fuck how your advice sound
Who you know sick as Khalif though
Flow tighter than the clothes on the nigga who fight crime
It’s cool to dream I suppose, you never know how far it might go
You might need some love, it might get shown
You might stumble down the right road
Got problems with the structure? Time to renovate
When tightening up your circle, keep your business straight

[Hook:]
Cause we the last free souls in the world on our own
Just roaming, just roaming, just roaming, just roaming

We the niggas who could have it all
We the ones who only dream of it then do it on our own
Smoking one and got another roll
Came a long way from no direction now to formation
More legit, more to make, more to spend
Got a thing for champagne? Order it
Waking up in my trap house burning hella spliffs, grinding
Listening to Dolomite rhyming, I’m in
Exclusive bay, break you off something and I’ve got moves to make
Don’t be acting booshie ‘cause you came through with Nate
No rules, real nigga before Protools
Got game from niggas that's from the old school
But we them new niggas, you should roll through
Woked up in the morning fucked up but that’s part of it
About weed smoking all this shit, Khalifa always wins

[Hook]
 
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"The Life"
(with Curren$y)

"The Life"
(with Curren$y)



[INTRO: WIZ KHALIFA]
Yeaahhh! It's Young Khalifa Man, Curren$y The Hot Spitta...
Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing Ha ha ha ha.. How Flyyy?.. Yeaahhh!

[VERSE 1: WIZ KHALIFA]
Foot on the gas I'm fast livin'
Picture me, I ain't have no pot to piss in,
now I'm checkin' bags
Cheifin' hash with politicians, helicopter pads
Some hoes to get to know & hella' zags, no tagsss
I ain't one to brag but, if you ain't trying to hear 'bout the money,
drugs, and women then I ain't one to asskkk
Smoke so much that I'm goin' brain dead, hoes mad at me cuz' my phone's off till' my plane land
I tell her, woahhh... Slow down baby, the Spitta with me it's enough to go 'round lady
You drive by, I give her wings, red bull and gin buckets, a couple of paper planes
Broadcastin' my name over internet airwaves,
bitches hear me on Twitter, put my music on they MySpace pagesss
If you smoke, then roll up and play this
Me and Hots'll come where the planes is...

[VERSE 2: CURREN$Y]
She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my livin' room floor,
smoke weed, hang with other famous people I know
Gain access to exclusive places I go
Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose but I wouldn't change it for nothin'
Sex, money, & drugs wrong way, sports cars and luggage
Better to be somebody for one day, then to be a nobody for your whole life, so f*ck it!
Yeah, get the cork out the bottles, put the Purp in the E-Z Wider...
Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I'll take em'
A case of mistaken identity, my bad fool I coulda' swore I brought this one in with me
In the cinnamon interior, 9-10 in early 80's, box Chevy with a crate engine
Hijackin' your women, you left her unattended
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liquor, the way of the samurai, I got my chi centered
Sharp as blades these bars I layyy, forever the player and never playeddd,
I slay them bitches I never saveee, bomb-ass trees they get blazeddd,
palm trees we use em' for the shadeee
What else can I say I got it made like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed...
 
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"The Plan"
(feat. Juicy J)

"The Plan"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Intro]
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life (laugh)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane
And brought all my niggas when they said I can't
Went shopping places they said I can't
Bought some shit that they said I can't
Jumped on the road and did all them shows
Cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't
Went hard in places they said I can't
Promoters call and try and set up dates
Bought the car with that yellow paint
Go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it's first class so I'm private plane
Nudie jeans with my Get Up Mane!
Rollin' papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I'm still the same

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J (x2)]
What's with all these niggas and they feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins
Ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money I'm a business man
Out of all these niggas I'm the realest man

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out of all these niggas, they callin' me the realest
Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
Used to just tryna live, now a nigga make a killin'
Gold rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm
Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Armans, Chanel seats in the car
When you all know; them fuck niggas start hatin'
Talkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'
When you getting rich they doubt you
Shout out my gang and my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you
For real!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Eighteen racks I paid it though
To send them goons straight to ya door
To show you niggas what's real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit you niggas with a hundred drums
Both low no bad bitch
Good drink I'm famished
Bank account outlandish
Big wrist stay sittin' on Lamb bitch
Niggas out there tryna test me
I put the AK where his chest be
Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with niggas
No security bitch so don't test me
Double cup full I be sippin' up
My niggas man real criminals
If a nigga find you they gon' hit ya up
With a Bin Laden chopping the switcher up
All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us
They gon' swallow this nut, no spittin up
Your niggas get murked your niggas in jail
My team gettin' money stay full of drugs

[Hook]
 
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