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"Weed Nap"
(feat. Curren$y & SayItAintTone)

"Weed Nap"
(feat. Curren$y & SayItAintTone)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure
Take your bitch and undress her
Go 'head and kill yourself
Fuck niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, less stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bathing ape sweats.
Separate the bookies from vets
Out in the Bay, where they blowing cookies
Shout to Mr. Fabs
The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high
The same jealous niggas will be jealous
Clip they wings, smash their propellers
Can't add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing plates
That's why I fucks with her
I got a crib in every state
Tommy Buns living nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it real
These niggas soo fake
You can still smear the paint, ew

[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller

[Curren$y:]
Mission never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game
From the 4, the big dog came rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
It's that strobe light, that 1975, Cadillac dash
Baby girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, though I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100 times
Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, kill some more beats

[Sayitaintone:]
I got your bitch on my arm
Got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap
Got that P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller
 
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"Weed Roller"
(feat. Kev Da Hustla)

"Weed Roller"
(feat. Kev Da Hustla)



It's Young Khalifa Man Taylor Gang or die (ahyeah)

Shes my weed roller
And when I'm with her guarantee I'm never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
That's good weed and she knows so she don't fuck up my swisher she roll that thing that hit hard like a kicker [?] I hit the bed and then I get to twist her (twist her) like my swisher (swisher) and she my weed roller (roller) a 50 box she rolled 'em I was like damn (damn) she lit the first one up like you know who I am my weed roller she only good for three blunts then it's over

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Shes my weed roller
And when I'm with her guarantee I'm never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
She know I need that weed as soon I come home off the road to make it easy on me she got one already rolled a nice long swisher (swisher) and shes a good twister (twister) yeah I got one that will roll my weed for me (and she don't smoke so that's more weed for me No I can't front this shawty got me impressed (yes) make a cigar look like a cigarette

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Shes my weed roller
And when I'm with her guarantee I'm never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her
 
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"Weekend"

"Weekend"


Yea,
I live life like the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the weekend (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we sleep in (yeah)
Hard work got my bank account peakin (peakin)
Shit straight, you can trust me
Niggas gon hate, but the hoes just love me (love me)
Don't it sound so good
How a youngin so fresh with a style so hood

Got visions of your man, broke and doin bad
Fans stand in line just to take pictures of your man
Flow hot, should be in the kitchen with the pans
Money be on the floor stacked to the ceiling with the fan
I'm living what I'm saying
Name known everywhere I go, west coast to the buildings in Japan
Trying to keep them dollar signs fillin up my pants
So I don't need weight , the boy got cake
See me in every city, different broad in every state
Niggas all got new intentions cause Im winning in the race
I make a broad turn groupie
She like, "gosh, look at all this Gucci
I have her in the crib late night, in the crib rollin that stink up
Now she talkin bout getting inked up
I don't see yall weak fucks
Now that yall swole me and Niko linked up
Now we gon eat up

I live life like the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the weekend (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we sleep in (yeah)
Hard work got my bank account peakin (peakin)
Shits straight, you can trust me

Niggas gon hate, but the hoes just love me (love me)
Don't it sound so good
How a youngin so fresh with a style so hood

Wizzle listen, this is where them and us both differ
Before they had the voice now they have the pitcher
And we will deliver
We are the stars, the big dippers, get it?
High sky scraping, the constellations

High sky scrapin', the constellations
My flow forsaken and they cannot take it
And I'm gon give it and they will not make it
my flow coke an I'm gon bake it
But I never sold it
More like a weed tota, mota rolla Nextel chirpa
Your girl is a slurpa, but you don' know it
Young Wiz told me, he put his hommie on it
And I ran up on it, and we had a moment or two
You ain't seen me since how lonely are you?
You sad and you're weepin' 'I'm comin' right back,
Imma see you next weekend

I live life like the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the weekend (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we sleep in (yeah)
Hard work got my bank account peakin (peakin)
Shit straight, you can trust me
Niggas gon hate, but the hoes just love me (love me)
Don't it sound so good
How a youngin so fresh with a style so hood
 
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"What Iss Hittin"

"What Iss Hittin"


[Hook:]
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bet the money make her backflip
Throw another band up then another band, she get ratchet
Keep saying that she gotta man
I don't care, I'm a walk up to her like "Yeahh"
Oh, what iss hittin, oh what iss hittin for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?
Ho... what iss hittin' for?
Ho, what iss hittin?
Ho, what iss hittin' for?

[Verse:]
Walked up in this bitch like "Woow"
They like "goddamn", "kid stacking up bands"
She's sucking on me
You don't want a broke man
Quit rolling with them broke niggas
Start riding round with rich niggas
Start riding round with a nigga that's rich
Lifestyle of my niggas that's rich
Got a rolex on my wrist
I ride for my niggas that's it
Woo... you rolling round round me
I ain't playin', na lil nigga I ain't playin'
I got niggas in my clique
And they down for anythang
They gon' bang [x2]
They gon' let that choppa rang
Fuck what you saying, I ride for my gang
That's all that I am, the world in my hand

[Hook]
 
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"When I'm Gone"

"When I'm Gone"


[Verse 1]
And they say all I rap about is bitches and champagne,
You would too if every night you seen the same thing
Money wall to wall, young famous nigga, spend it all,
when you die you can't take it with ya
Bottle of Rose if I'm drinking with ya
Cause most niggas is broke their bank is injured
Then bitches gonna ride with who they think's a winner
And I'll be smiling in case they take a picture
Oh, I'm smoking weed drinking liquor make a hundred
on a show spend it all on my niggas
When I go shopping I tell them pick one
Cause they was with me when nobody seen a vision
Always about my business don't play the cards
I talked to the niggas who dealed them, uhh
Royal flush, now look up them niggas and baby girl you see us, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

[Verse 2]
Hella hoes in my car, they wanna feel that maximum speed
Never had an absence of weed
Tired of being at the bar, everything Louie V,
Plus the most exclusive treat in my jar
Making my bank, spending it all
and that expensive shit you paid for, she had it on
She taking it off, most of these niggas just talk and taking it off
Back in the day money was short, I'm making it taller
you know what I mean, some say it's a problem
Blowings my greens, not saving my collards
No NBA, they say I'm a baller
Live for today, it's not like my father

[Chorus]
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone
I'm gonna spend it all why wait for another day
I'ma take all this money I own and blow it all away
Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
 
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"When U Find"

"When U Find"


Yeah
Don't
Don't
Damn
Don't leave, cause your my oxygen without you I won't breathe
Your everything I want, need, for you I wear my heart on a short sleeve
I know some things need changing, that takes time I need more, please
Say I ain't do everything I coulda done, like the shit that I did ain't good enough?
Your friends said they been woulda left, ain't do you right so you head to the left
I can't say that I blame you, I never though that it would be this painful
People do it everyday I can change too
But dealin with the heartbreaks what she can't do
True, and that's as real get, what you feel ain't easy to deal with

[Chorus:]
When you find the girl you love has gone
You ask yourself why life must go on
You thank alot about what she said
But deep inside you pray he'll bring her back someday

Don't go
How to live my life without you I just don't know
But you feelin this relationship, it's not that it can't it just won't grow
I say I love you you say it don't show
Fuck the money and them gifts don't count
What about them smaller things you needed
And why the fuck you had to leave before I seen it
Damn, I need your love like a weed stick
Me without you like kathy no regis
I kept secrets, and couldn't apologize enough times for messin with that freak bitch
But I can still tell that your leavin, and like I said I can't blame you the least bit
The cryin shame is, and times changin
Best friends become strangers, that's how it is

[Chorus]
 
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"Where Was You"
(with Juicy J)

"Where Was You"
(with Juicy J)



[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
Where was you when I ain’t have a pot to piss in
Where was you when my homie came up missing
Where was you when I was out here on the clock
I can tell you this you waddn’t on the block
But its alright I hustle all night
You be smoking shit you be all hype
Mane that shit was vicious how can I forget it
Pushing all these chickens tryna get a ticket
I might leave a trail cause my swag drippin’
All this shit you talking bout you know I live it
I’m LeBron with the vision you a witness
This Jordan on my chain bigger than a midget

[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Where the fuck was you nigga, when I was a young nigga
I done held guns for niggas, that was fun for my niggas
Smoking weed in the trap living comfortable nigga
If the police came then we run from them niggas
Couple niggas start snitching, we ain't fuck with them niggas
Gotta problem we pull up with a truck full niggas
I’m a boss I ain’t nothing like these other lil niggas
Got no trust for these niggas, got no love for these niggas
If this was back in the day we’d bust on the niggas
I ’ont argue in the street I don’t fucks with no nigga
We find out where we could meet then we jump on a nigga
And they do that shit for cheap, so its nothing lil nigga

[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
I might have a actress laying on my mattress
I ain’t with that talking bitch I’m bout that action
Call me uncle sam cause you know I’m taxing’
Yo bitch swallow my seed but you ain’t in my bracket
Please don’t get me twisting just because I’m rapping
I can send a head out on you like a tackle
I could show you how to cook ‘em up and wrap ‘em
I could tell you bout that Mac and I ain’t talking Apple
Cause I can get you knocked off for no charge nigga
You gone take it in the chest like a charge nigga
I swear that street shit get my dawgs charged nigga
You say you can get me right but what you charge nigga

[Hook - Juicy J:]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

[Outro - Juicy J:]
Lemme chirp these fools
I can barely hear you, no wonder I can’t see you
I landed the jet and went and bought a bald eagle
I’m on tour with niggas from my hood thats my people
And they used to push the rock like Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel

I ain’t see you when I ain’t have a whip to get around
You won’t with me at the bottom, I’m not fuckin' with you now
Ran into a young nigga say he look up to me
Juicy drop that new shit you gon' fuck up the streets
Bought to fuck up a check, and then I’m off for a week
Met a bitch at the Versace store and fucked her to sleep
When I’m finished with her I’mma drop her off where I found her
And I wake up every morning to the sound of money counters
 
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"Whip It Around"
(feat. Ghetty)

"Whip It Around"
(feat. Ghetty)



Is that air is that drop
Is that... outside the pot
Is that whip it whip it whip it
Whip it whip it watch it...
Is that loud? Is that stupid loud?
I can't hear a sound
I am in the club
You can't see me
I ain't never coming down
Is my swags out the frame
In my own lame
Had a bad bitch she's off the chain
And my hustle pay stupid
You all know how I do it
Keeping shit one hundred
No stocking in my music
They say I am back foolish
I can show you how I do this
I am fly by the haters
I took them...
My flow is optimistic
I pay for my own pictures
They say they don't believe it
I say go ask...

Whip it whip it around [repeats]

I am counting paper rolling paper
Watching time fly
California breaks I am...
Me I am sky high
My bitch down on earth
Money in the bank
... roller in her purse
And I ain't... in the job...
Show love and the diamonds of my neck
Make these whores trust
On the role... model whores
... good nigger whit friends
I ain't got to talk much give me brains
Cause she said she has expensive tastes
Let her rob my tattoos...

Whip it whip it around [repeats]
 
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"Who I Am"

"Who I Am"


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 no who I am [x4]
Gettin weeded with a pocket full of dubs I bet you no who I am [x4]
They be runnin up n showin all this love cause they know who I am [x4]
Didnt notice it but now ur goin nuts cause you no who I am [x4]

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]
 
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"Who U Are"
(feat. Big Sean)

"Who U Are"
(feat. Big Sean)



This is a bloody relix production...

[Chorus X2]
Ima roll the fire mane!
I like to get high mane!
Niggas passin plates, snortin line after line mane!

[Big Sean]
Ass shake ass shake, Ye I like that ass shake!
Yall bitches won’t show me love I know yall hoes aint that fake.
A real G believe dat, feelin like Outkast.
I'm already big, now I’m finna be on 3 stacks!
She on dat superman blue and red cop cars,
Can't sing or lick, now she finna be a pop star, Pop off!
N I can't feel shit but my dick in yo bitch so guess what, only one thing left to pop off!
Feelin like a vegetable with sexy hoes in sexy clothes, they best dress!
Yeah I guess they recognized who they dressin for.
She step in the hall to call her man n say she just at home.
But my hotel is valentines all you see is X and OOOOOo's!
N I can't feel my cardio, motha fuckas walkin into shrooms!
Now I’m finna feel like Mario.
Man I'm livin with these niggas fantasizing life,
And I pray that I make it through the night.
Cuz a nigga stay Rollin!

[Chorus]
Ima roll the fire mane!
I like to get high mane!
Niggas passin plates, snortin line after line mane!

[Wiz Khalifa]
Rostrum Records in this bitch! Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle...

I work hard for everything so why not solute?
They say a grind pays baby all I got is proof,
N da Swedish broad badder than my main bitch!
Cigarillo rolled you smell it when it ain't lit!
She don't cook well, but she give me sweet brain,
Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain,
Got her stayin up late wakin up baked,
And to think this the life that I chose!
Argue with attendants who shorten my flight clothes!
And every girl I fuck feel like her boyfriend I know!
Smokin on da sweet as it smells,
My weed come in Barrels!
Fuck with bitches who fiend for Gucci in need of Chanel,
Nigga I'm high you're a flight so my eyes low,
Can't wait to see what’s in the future but I drive slow.
And wait for the pitcher,
Hated now they sayin I can't miss like Mr.? Lol Bitch! Ha Ha Ha!

[Chorus]
Ima roll the fire mane!
I like to get high mane!
Niggas passin plates, snortin line after line mane!
 
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