Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"City View"
(feat. Courtney Noelle)

"City View"
(feat. Courtney Noelle)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
This shit ain't as easy as it looks nigga
It's way fucking easier
Don't get it twisted bitch
But on some real shit though

Man these niggas don't want it
Riding in the car and the watch cost the same thing
Nigga that's stuntin'
Gettin' all this paper
Got me shittin' in public
That roof with a city view
I did that from nothing
And these niggas keep hating me
But I'm just gonna keep stackin' up
No one thing I'll never change
I talk shit but I back it up
You niggas don't go hard as me
So why the fuck you mad at us
I'm rolling up the bombest weed
The first one wasn't fat enough
Your car don't go fast enough
You don't fly first class enough
You don't do no switching states
You don't do no packing up
All you do is gassin' up
That's why you wasn't past enough
Smokin' weed and crackin' up
All this cheese I'm racking up

[Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]
See one thing about me
I've always been about mine
As soon as you doubt me
I show you how hard I grind
Yeah I hear they hate me
But they do it all the time
There's no you without me
I know this so I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Get it how I live it
Get it and don't care how I spend it
Swear to god, my credit card ain't got no limit
Time expensive so I spent hundred thousand on my watches
Full of diamonds
I ain't even reached the top and I'm still climbing
I'm still climbing
I'm still rhyming
Filling up papers with chronic
Keeping niggas out the way
Who got the hating shit in common
Let's be honest
Let's keep it real here
My bank is full of commas
I'm talkin' millions
And I got no problems
Spending what I spent yeah
Cause I'm probably
The realest nigga in here
Matter of fact I know I am
And I know my diamonds are frozen
Not to mention my bank overflowin'
And I just can't stop, I keep goin'

[Wiz Khalifa & Courtney Noelle:]
See one thing about me
I've always been about mine
As soon as you doubt me
I show you how hard I grind
Yeah I hear they hate me
But they do it all the time
There's no you without me
I know this so I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go

 

[fox69]

"Comb Over"

"Comb Over"


For real man, we need that whip
That's the car I need
Motherfucker hit a plane and the plane blew up
Ugh, yup

Standing in the mirror
My visions of that money getting clearer
Scratch that, it's getting nearer
Some of this actually happened
I was weed nappin'
Wasn't shit
Now they pay us for the raps we kick
My hotel smell like confidence
They haters but that weed smoke bring on compliments
So roll this paper
Tell the waitress - get my drink from off the coaster
Bring the bitch that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders

Yea, I be flying everywhere nigga
Sometimes I don't even know where the fuck I'm at
I be waking up - random motherfuckers be knocking on my door and shit
Like who the fuck is that?
Nosey ass cleaning lady
You wanna hit this weed?

Staged from your make-up
Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
Young nigga, but got my cake up
Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane
Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit
Look at my bitch, weed is shit
Probably high - what they say when they see us
But they never say that we broke
Kush in every J that we smoke
Putting rings on ever finger
Never put 'em up, just let the smoke linger
Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my niggas
Started small but now the money getting bigger
It all get better with time
Rather go hard instead of unwind
And play your part and I'mma play mine

Feel me?
Motherfuckers always speakin' out of turn
They don't know nothin' about this shit
That's why I'm me and you're you
Matter of fact, fuck that
This Taylor Gang
TGOD nigga
Ain't shit changed gang
What up Ricky P
Richard
Don't smoke that pound without me Richard
Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom

Jim Brown smash baby
Oh shit! We get to see the tits?
Here we go!
Get her Jim! Get her Jim!
Oh shit!
I'm fresh off the plane
I don't get no sleep, God damn

 

[fox69]

"Cowboy"

"Cowboy"


Mhmm
That's just how it is man
Round my way

Just a young lil' nigga, but he had the right plan
Twenty-thousand in his left, pistol in his right hand
Counting every dollar that he get, cause he worked for it
But don't run up on him cause you'll probably get murked for it
Mom's out working, Daddy wasn't home
Ain't nobody give it to him, so he got it on his own
Yeah, he got it on his own
You want something? Gotta take it
Tryna get up out the hood, but he’ll probably never make it
He’s a midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where them niggas they some killas

[Hook:]
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan
Slanging looking for them people hopping out them white vans
Standing on the corner rolling up their marijuana
Smoking weed and selling packs of D till you’re a gonner
Caught a case and lost some racks, the nigga got it back
In any case a nigga disrespect, he’s on his back
He bought a pack, then bought a strap
This niggas got his back
His life has changed it’s gone to smack
And ain’t no turning back

[Hook:]
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

Just a young nigga, but he had the right plan
Wore a lot of jewelry, he slept with it on his nightstand
Made a lot of money and he got it all from hustling
Came from a good family but say he can’t get enough of it
All up in the club and he ain’t looking for a ring
Fucking other niggas bitches, yeah he swear that was his thing
Yeah, he learned a little lesson ‘bout messing with them haters
Cause they found his body later
Guess that’s what he get for fucking with them...

[Hook:]
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas
Midwest cowboy, Pittsburgh nigga
Came from a city where the niggas they some killas

 

[fox69]

"Da Power"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Da Power"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



[Intro - Juicy J:]
Man you niggas don't know how long I've been grindin' bruh
Yeah mane, real shit real spit

[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
You need money for these whores, you need money for these wars
You ain't getting money then you ain't a man, you a boy
Spent 100 on my toys, spent 100 on my tour
I just cashed out on a 100, bout to make 100 more
Want no problems with a G, nigga I fuck yo bitch for free
Got her busting wide open, got her rolling up my weed
Brought her best friend in, got 2 bitches all on me
Then get back to the Backwoods stuffed with plenty of OG
Been in this shit and I've been an OG
All my niggas make it up out of the streets
Most of these niggas ain't been in the streets
Can't let a bitch take advantage of me
She came in with you but she wanna fuck me
2 shots of my liquor, she leaving with me
Feeling like 2, I may leave here with 3
I blew so much money, I feel like Big Meech

[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
They say Young Khalifa why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your town like that?
Got that talk shit, believe it's goin' down like that
Why you keep them G's around like that?
Why you treat them niggas like some clowns like that?
We ain't do it he got found like that
Fuck around and catch 100 rounds like that
I'ma drive my Porsche today nigga just because
I go wild and get this paper nigga just because
Stay away from you fuck niggas, ain't no love
Get your money, what you waiting for?

[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money

[Verse 3 - Juicy J:]
The money keep piling and piling
The bitches get wilder and wilder
All of my niggas so violent
I just might buy this whole island
I'm lovin' the view but it's time to bust moves, so I might just hop in the coupe
Watch what you say to me? Watch what you do to me cause my young nigga might shoot
Bitch you know I got the juice, why you think they call me Juice
500 dollar shots, you might wanna mix it with juice
In the Rolls or the Benz, bankroll full of bands
Fuck some girls and her friends, tryna do this shit again
Yeah it's blood on the money, we got love for the money
But I ain't got nothing but slugs for a nigga tryna take something from me
It's all about money and power, fuck on yo bitch for an hour
Then nut in her mouth and then kick the bitch out
Before she can even take a shower

[Hook - Juicy J:]
I'ma give it to you, how you want it
In the jungle getting money
Smoking L's by the 100
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money, the power and the money
I went from the bando to the island with the money
In the room, bag it up, for 4 hours with the money
I go bang, bang, bang, bang, for the power and the money
All these 0's in my check, the bank keep piling up my money

 

[fox69]

"Damn It Feels Good To Be A Taylor"

"Damn It Feels Good To Be A Taylor"


yeeh
it's young Khalifa man, i know i say that before every song but that's really actually who the fuck I am so
uh uh
damn it feels good to be a Taylor
to rock camo shorts, chuck tee and smoke papers
weed comin' in all flavors
fall up in the spot as long as the champagnes there
couple pretty hoes I don't know their name here
smell the weed, see two fingers know my gang near
yeh you ballin' but they ain't cheer
i guess they tired of rootin' for the same players
real niggas run up on me at my shows, hoes show me love, promoters give me plane fare,
i'm somewhere at the top i'm planning on stayin' there
mouth full of kush ridin' in my favorite pair
and this is for anyone who scene a nigga vision from the begining realize that you made it clear
laugh now fly later, damn it feels good to be a taylor

and that's what it is man, taylor gang or die
damn it feels good to be a taylor
so ya'll just catchin' on it's all good
you know i fucks with all my taylors
taylor gang world wide
you know i had to do something strictly for the fans
i'm workin' on my album right now
i made kush and orange juice go through the roof
i'm smokin' some sour kush

i'm smokin' one got another one rolled,
(it's really go sour)
seein' tickets to every show so
they won't sleep till we let them know
(so roll up, you know)
now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go
(do what we do)
i'm smokin' one got another one rolled,
(keep it Taylor man)
seein' tickets to every show so
(2010)
they won't sleep till we let them know
(this years almost over so next year)
now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go

we just gonna' be doin' the same shit but like on a higher level
and that was a weed joke
(na-hahahahaha)
let's go
Jerm i see you
yah you thought i was goin' in the song without sayin' whats up to Jerm
that nigga Taylor Gang
whaddup Bill
yeh
all my twitter follows man
straight up
everyone hit me up on youtube
all my fans that download my mixtape at datpiff.com
yeh
all the blogs that fuck withchu man

 

[fox69]

"Damn Thing"

"Damn Thing"


[Hook:]
See we ain't worried 'bout damn thing, damn thing
You talking it but you not about a damn thing
So what 'chu doing about it? not a damn thing (damn thing)
Keep it moving, I'm overdoing my damn thing (damn thing)

You see I'm here now. that's right you not the man
They say I spit coke, supply the block with grams
And I ain't liftwaiting, I'm taking lots of grands
Cuz I ain't got patience, I'm not a doctor fam
My niggas get it crunk, chump rep the side you from
Smokin' somethin nigga, light ya blunt
Ain't got 'cha gun you better find you one (why?)
Cuz this is Pistolvania. where them apes crawl
Bunch of shorties on the the corner, pocket full of 8ball
And you never really see one of my niggas until they cake long
Aye what 'chu mean man? something like the Great Wall
As far as rap go, yeah its in the bag
Of course the haters wanna do me bad
Prolly mad because of the shit that I have
I never let them slow me down dawg I'm living fast
So as long as the chick want to get with the young
And it's all about making this cash
I'm still a young'n but niggas respect the flow
And don't check me, ya better check ya ho

[Hook]

I'm in the studio, making classic keep
You niggas mad at me, this cash I have to see
And you chumps can amount out for the ones
And I'm bout done with you punks
And you clowns wanting to come for the crown
I hear alot of talk, I gotta let them know
I put the bussiness on a nigga, really feeling nutty when he come
And try to touch the flow
Cause I'm not for the game, opt you will not do a thing
See I was taught you gotta walk & you talk if you sane
And its 4-1-2 till I fall to the grave
They'on know what to do with the ball to this game
Cause I'm always pimpin' if you hear my voice it attract the whole world gone listen
Some niggas might can hate, but you can say
I get away with murder like o j simpson
I'm into all day grinding, don't knock or come near
See I'm putting the time in. the young'n keep rhyming
So one day I can sit back & reclining
I see you stressed out, man we do this shit for fun
Call me the best out, khalifa get it done! (yes!)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Decisions"

"Decisions"


[Hook:]
I hear it all the time
About it all
Why they talk?
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want
All that cake
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want

Uh

New bitch
Every week
She take it off
Bonin!
Hair long, tatted on her back
I get her a first class flight to where my show is
Smoke weed, don't smoke weak
Catch contact, get drunk
Let me hit once, bitch come back
Ballin, can't ever control it
Don't have to text, don't even call it
My name is on it
I fuck her good and make that Uber call 6 in the morning
I told her I don't need no pills, these Js I'm rolling
Feeling my car, feeling my chain
Ass looking soft, I'm feeling that thing
Ride with a nigga & I'll put you up all in some game
Why would you fuck with another nigga that’s something you should say
Came at the same time on the both ways
We ain't even hardly know each other names
By now I'm on my 6th ring or some
By now I'm on my 200,010th plane or some
By now you could say I'm living like Rick James or some
Insane, cause it spit flames when I switch lanes I'm stuntin
Big bank, no lose change, I do things
Champagne me, L.A. me
Supper Club throwin’ dough, no ray me
Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D
Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me
I'm gone, I'm rocking KK cologne
I think these bitches tryna fuck me so I'm takin' them home
Take what I do inside the day & put it straight in the song
I get another 'bouta pound & put it straight in the bong
Imma stay real, Imma stay high
Imma stay ready, Imma stay [?]
Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt
What another man say, I know my own work
Handle business
With my real niggas, like a real nigga
And it's real business
All business, no hard feelings
All my dogs, got they all in it
Hard to get along with us
Call a kush Jean-Claude, god damn it kick strong
Rollie on my arm, fake niggas y'all really don't appear to a real nigga
808

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Deep Sleep"

"Deep Sleep"


[Hook]
Deep sleep

[Verse 1]
How you gon’ be cold as us?
Your kush ain’t rolled up
Your cars ain’t old enough
Champagne ain’t cold enough
Money still fold up
You ain’t buying no clubs
You ain’t getting no love
But my niggas so thug
You ain’t getting thrown up
Smell me when I roll up
I glow like Leroy
My fro like Sho’ Nuff
Can’t get poured up
Everything slowed up
Fuck niggas hate us
Rich niggas know us
I’m riding with gangstas
So I don’t need no cup
I’m drinking out the bottle
Riding with the top down
Smoking on A.C
Twenty five thousand
‘Bout to blow it out in A.C
Niggas join us cause they can’t beat us
Ain’t nann nigga play me
Keep talking them pounds
I’m blowing that daily
I’m smoking that good reefer
My eyes all lazy
Niggas see me getting that money
So they look at me crazy
My niggas out here stunting
Doing drugs all mainey
I’m buying brand new cars and shit

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I get high all day, I ain’t coming down
The tweak is heavy, it’s going ’round
Rolling up airplanes, bout to catch an airplane
Riding in my old-school, listening to old school
Doing it how a G’s supposed to do
It’s getting cold, I might close the roof
Made it up to first class, staying in first class
Remember when I ain’t have first class, now I’m the only nigga in first class
Started with a bus pass, then I copped a old-school
Now I got so many cars, I ain’t got enough room
Twenty mil and got more to go
Roll some weed and then roll some mo’

[Hook]

[Outro]
I’m just going insane trying to figure you out, baby

 

[fox69]

"Dessert (Bait Freestyle)"

"Dessert (Bait Freestyle)"


[Hook]
Purp, purp, purp, purp
Yeah you know I got that purp
OG kush and girl scout cookies
Cherry pie, no not dessert
What up Wale

Smoking on the finest, got a crib look like a palace
And I’m still prince of the city, so approach me as your highness
Tattoos on my body, in my joint I got exotic
And don’t question all the niggas I got posted up behind me, that’s that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, yea you know I rep that gang
Diamonds in my watch and I got Cuban Linx up in my chain
Uh, Ok I’m balling like a hooping game
Should go on you lames but I got songs to do with Snoop today
Money getting stupid, I’m still rolling weed on my ipad
And these niggas mad that I’m doing good and they fucked up so that’s my bad
I love champagne so 30 thousand that’s my tag
Out in Vegas nigga roll some weed when you play this

[Bridge]
I got weight, weight, weight, weight
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight

[Hook]
Purp, purp, purp, purp
Yeah you know I got that purp
OG kush and girl scout cookies
Cherry pie, no not dessert
What up Wale

 

[fox69]

"Dev's Song"
(with Wiz Khalifa)

"Dev's Song"
(with Wiz Khalifa)



High school nigga
And they're tryin to get the smoke outta the booth
But their not doing a good job
Ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh ohh
My grades gettin low
But I'm still gettin high
It might seem slow
But time still goin byyyy
Hey
Oh and I forgot to mention
My girlfriends trippin
And my homies ain't acting the same
Well as long as there's papers and grinders
I'm taking my time and Imma roll my weed
And take one to the brain

[Hook:]
One more yeah I'm always puffin
Yea I stay baked cause nigga I love it
Had nothin, but now I'm stuntin
Tell em roll something cause nigga it's nothn
Niggas gettin mad cause my pockets swollen
And everywhere I go yea I'm loaded

You know my money been kinda funny
But I'm still gettin fly
And uhm I don't got the best wheels
But the hoes still jump inside
Oh and I forgot to mention
My bestfriends trippin
Me I'm doing all that I can
But as long I stay on my grind
There's gonna be haters outsiders
Tryin to take my shine
And now their part of the plan

[Hook]

I guess if you insist I will
I'm a twister feel mista feel good to ya
I got it if ya need it and you kno I will
And this is after school so we gon go until
The janitor, handed her, a pack of that
Righteously she brought it all back to mac
So I'm a do it back to back, got her fat
Bags are packed, posted by the cafeteria
Eatin on a snack, boy I make it crack-a-lack
Days goin to my nights, live a young wild life
King of the zoo
Devon what it do
Knockin all trees down, devin mac with the sac
Rollin up with knees down, baby girl ease down
It's a holiday, we smokin pot today
I got alot to say, I keep it locked away
That's how it is
Dealin with the pressures of my school life
Livin on the edge, joints to the head
And so the man said...

[Hook]