Wiz Khalifa

[fox69]

"Finish Line"
(feat. Project Pat)

"Finish Line"
(feat. Project Pat)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, first place, first place, she want first place
First place, hit a home run, skipped first base
She want first place, first place
Not the runner up, she want first place
Cross the finish line, she in first place
First place, first place, first place
First place, first place, first place

Met her at the club, took her back to my hotel
Say she got a man, fuck her, when she won't tell
Leavin' out the crib high as fuck with no plane
Rollin' Mary J, now I smoke every day
I blow KK on the regular
Fuck me like you said you would
She ain't down to do it, get another bitch instead of her
Bombay on my breathe and all my niggas on your left
Took all your bitches, ain't nothin' left
She sucked a dick, she passed the test
She don't want the runner up, she want first place
Went to [?] and fucked her on the first date
Bitches love Young Khalifa in the worst way
I fuck 'em once and pass 'em off cause I ain't thirsty
Cake like it's my birthday
I sent ya on the lurker page
She come to the show and break me off now she in first place
She skip past them bitches bullshit and she in first place
Her friend eat it while she suck this dick, now she in first place
Put it all in her face

Uh, first place, first place, she want first place
First place, hit a home run, skipped first base
She want first place, first place
Not the runner up, she want first place
Cross the finish line, she in first place
First place, first place, first place
First place, first place, first place

[Project Pat:]
Macaroni, pretty Tony, I'm just tryna make the bitch
Pimp, player, ho layer, I'm just tryna break the bitch
Bottom bitch, real slick, you got skills to make me rich
Poodle noodles, face like a poodle ass takin' shit
Double dick
Down south bitch eat that cornbread
Bounce that ass on a hard dick with some warm head
Graffiti on her body, I see she got long weave
Maserati, go to my goal on my skis
And she got a job with a salary
The bitch went to Howard University
Credit good, she can take me on a shoppin' spree
Baby daddy wanna hold her back, lock and key
In the back of the Ghost, gave me head, wasn't scared
She understood in life you gotta cheat to get ahead
It was our first date, I couldn't let her skate
She wanted first place, so I shot a nut in her face

 

[fox69]

"Flickin' Ashes"

"Flickin' Ashes"


Yeah
Swisher Sweets, no Phillies
Yeah

Me I'm riding clean, smoking good, can barely keep my eyes open
Listening to my favorite song, leaning in my ride chokin'
Tell my dog to hit this weed, feel like I'mma pass out
Thought I had exclusive trees, until he pulled his bag out
Had bout a half ounce, some shit I've never seen in life
Said that once he grabbed it, smelled so bad he had to bag it twice
I told him roll that shit up, this weed I had to light
These clowns somewhere in the clouds, me I'm a satellite
I roll them very nice, with smoke coming out the end like a muffler
Got game from the Hustla, never said I'm gon' quit
I can't get enough of good weed in my lungs, plus I'm sharin' I ain't cuffin'
My eyes wide shut, I'm just staring saying nothing
I flick ashes, got big staus, so I don't need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch
Yeah I blow it by the zip, anywhere I go it's on the road on every trip
Ask my Nini, love her grandson but she know that I'm a trip
Got my habit from Ms. Peachy smoking roaches getting lit
Now I fill my blunts with so much weed they say "that all ain't gon' fit"
On some highly grown shit, with a Hollywood bitch
Got the sweetest purple kush in a precisely rolled spliff
High as John in Pulp Fic' on the way to see Marcellus
Girl I'm in another world, and Chevy got another twirl
For those who don't know he got that roll game
And I ain't gon' lie, he the reason why I got my roll game
I feel like I'm soul plane, I smoked the whole thang, pound or oz
Kush fiend, purple master OG

 

[fox69]

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

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



[Chorus]
We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches ain't coming if they cant party
Burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches ain't coming if they cant

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram
And now my cheese ain't just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the fuck could you hate this
Half of these people ain't real, niggas shape shift
That's why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but fuck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that

[Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Urb and [?] I’m quotin’ [?]
All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
In the [?] see how far back I’ve been quoted
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I ain't mad though, I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro
Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
That's why them bitches roll that weed for us

[Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like its no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed
Cause it’s the muthafuckin life when you roll with G’s
Boi

Dissin’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a train
At the top so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
Fucking bitch
I might come a little tardy though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up barney bro
I’m all green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know

[Chorus]

I did my best with the lyrics but my brain isn’t working today. I need your help to tidy up them up.

 

[fox69]

"Fly Solo"

"Fly Solo"


[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
I had a dream that the whole World was staring at me
I woke up and wasn't no one there, wasn't no one there, yeah eh eaah
Same song to a different beat
Cause really sometimes it feels like I'm the only one there
I guess nobody cares, hey
But everything's good until it goes bad
And your gonna tell all the people about the fun you used to have
It hurts when it don't last
No easy way saying bye
So I'mma spread my wings and head for the sky
And I fly solo
I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I...

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm tired of being tired
And dealing with your BS,
All the while supplying
The money for your request
Without me you're a dime
But with me you're a buck fifty, haha
I can get another one quickly
But I'd rather wade it out
Take the broken pieces try and fix it
Or you could let your pride over weigh the right decision
And I'll be in the sky you can pay your boy a visit
Ha

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Remember what you said
But what you say to me ain't guaranteed to always be the Gospel
I was doing good way before I met you
Now you're off the set
And Imma let you see the show go on without you
Take a bow... think about it
And hopefully we could be friends but I really doubt it
See you be catching feeling's now and I be catching planes
The story of my life, you're just another page,

[Chorus 2:]
But everything's good until it goes bad
And your gonna tell all the people about the fun you used to have
It hurts when it don't last
No easy way saying bye
So I'm a spread my wings and head for the sky
And I fly solo
I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I fly solo
And I...

[Outro:]
I had a dream that the whole World was staring at me
I woke up and wasn't no one there (no one there)
Yeah eh eaah

 

[fox69]

"Fly You"

"Fly You"


[Intro]
Yeah! All this Louis Vuitton
I see clearly now, hahahaha
Ocean view, you deserve it
I do this for you

[Verse 1]
Say the trees couldn't get better
Need this sort of weather
Sand beneath your toes, your drinks come with umbrellas
Cutting off our phones, ignoring important texts and email messages
Say I do it big, I can't do it less than this
Them other niggas talking shit
You ain't impressed with them
Yet to spend and we been up for a minute
That explains all the trips I invested in
It's funny how all the fussing and fighting
Turned around into us fucking and flying
Every night on the road you call me up and you crying
Was worried about them bitches
Now you too busy picking diamonds
And don't worry 'bout a price
Cause if you want it I got it and I'mma pay for it
The good weed's lit, the champagne's poured
Order whatever you want if you got a taste for it
It's every girl's dream, but you awake for it

[Hook]
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I'll fly you!
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I'll fly you!
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I'll fly you!
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I'll fly you!

[Verse 2]
And you know how it goes
I go harder than a bitch - pardon my French
But I go hard for this
You never had to see me on the starving artist shit
But mama when you caught me cheating
Thought that you would call it quits
Knew fucking with me that you was taking all the risks
So you ain't try to give in
Saying I'll be straight and you'll be the one hurt in the end
And that's no good!
Just tryna put you on the game like a coach would
Everything going just how it should, now your friends jealous
They hating on us but we so far they can't tell us
The life we living it was made for us
When you're ready, give me a call and I'll be waiting on it
All you gotta do is hit me when you land
And I'll pick you up from the airport
And take you straight to the villa, we don't stay at resorts
5-star suites, spend weeks at the day spa
Mama keep your day job, I'mma..

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And no matter where we go, you
Say you never been
She in love, cause I keep it G
Not cause the G's that I spend
But I do spend G's on expensive weed
Vintage sneaks and hotel room keys
Came for a date, spend a whole week
Red-eye, no sleep - window seat

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Foreign"

"Foreign"


Yea, yea
You know the saying, everything's foreign
I ain't gotta tell you, I'm a let Wiz explain

[Hook:]
I get it back, that's why I blow it
Her ass fat, that's why she throw it
Money long like I grow it
That's why a young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a foreign
(Foreign, foreign, foreign)
Young nigga ridin' in a
Foreign, foreign, foreign
Ridin' in a foreign, foreign, foreign

Porsche, Maserati, or a (why?)
Damn, brand new Ferrari or a? Lambo!
Nigga got bread
(Shooters like don't get close to that new Testarossa
That Mercedes-Benz come with a chauffeur)
I be sparkin' in an Aston-Martin
Gettin' head like it's nothin', push the button, park it

[Hook]

Whipin', whippin'
I swear to God I be dippin', dippin'
In that new Marcy-elago, we ride foreign
Nelly Furtado hit the gas
Hear the tires screechin'
This ain't even my weekday car, this for the weekend
I got so many horses
All the whores say that it's gorgeous
In the air, that's where my doors is
SHIT!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Foreign Bitches Freak Dips"
(feat. Chevy Woods)

"Foreign Bitches Freak Dips"
(feat. Chevy Woods)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Keep them ad-libs too (I will) hahaha
(Freaks, freaks, freaks, freaks)

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

Walk up in the club, I see bitches everywhere
I got pussy on my mind, I got weed in the air
I got niggas wanna hate, I got money on my line
Really don't got no problems, cause I don't got the time
And I'm talkin' it cause I'm livin' it
Girl your ass fat, who you in here with?
Really got dough, so I'm spendin' it
Niggas going broke, that's what the difference is
I got your bitch in my ride
Just put a girl on a girl, cause ain't no niggas in sight

I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

[Chevy Woods:]
Tell me that's your foreign bitch, and how you so in love with her
I don't got no love for her, so I don't put my trust in her
Police ass nigga need a badge, why you cuffin' her?
She just wanna get on top of me like a comforter
All across the world, better keep me from your girl
It's a lay up when we stay up, cause she know a nigga trill, yeah
And she just hit my cell phone, yeah
Talkin' 'bout just come along, yeah

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

[Chevy Woods (Wiz Khalifa):]
Ain't make it to the club tonight, but this feel like the club tonight
(Uh, shorty got a man, but she gonna fuck tonight)
And hit it in the studio, and she told me, "For sure you right"
(Uh, we gonna make a song, she gonna fall in love tonight)
She said she love that gangsta shit, so she gon' fuck a thug tonight
(She be poppin' pills, she gon' take some drugs tonight)
Heart up on her sleeve, baby, don't you fall in love tonight
(Know me, I don't trust them, I just fuck 'em
I don't cuff 'em, then I'm gone)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I want some foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Foreign bitches, freak dips
Hey, I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
I be on some G shit, on some G shit
Real niggas, bad bitches, all I be with

 

[fox69]

"French Inhale"
(with Wiz Khalifa)
(feat. Mike Posner)

"French Inhale"
(with Wiz Khalifa)
(feat. Mike Posner)



[Hook - Mike Posner:]
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Uhh, you ain't gotta sell it, cause its already sold
And you ain't gotta roll one cause its already rolled
Check out my technique, just weed, let it flow
Shit, I've been smoking since I was 14 years old
I had a dime that never smoked blunts, just bowls
Taught me how to blow O's, inhale through my nose
So if you see me smoking don't blow my high
Uhhh, so I roll one and we both gonna fly
You smell it all in my clothes
I'm taking in all the smoke when I...

[Hook:]
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg:]
I take it to the face, inhale it through my nose
Blowing with the homies on the low, man fuck these hoes
And crack-a-lac, peel it back
What you call a mack who crack a mad bitch like that?
A cracker jack
Im like a florist, touring like a tourist
Godzilla flyin on a pegasaurus
Niggas know about it, even fore I pull it out
I put some fire on it, and now they beggin me to put it out
I'm in the hallway, rolling on the purple psyche
I know the in's and out's so I'mma do what the fuck I like

[Hook:]
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again

 

[fox69]

"Friendly"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Friendly"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Curren$y:]
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not really, but that's the way the weed got me feeling
Got a low rise in Venice
Mami you got the vision and I see it HD
And it couldn't be any clearer
You should be with Spitta
And you know that this your chance, don't blow it like birthday candles
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals
It's not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals
Bottles pop, back to back
Extra large chronic sack
Cellphone, camera's out
Mama I remember that
Anytime I look at that
I go to wondering where you at
So baby where you at
With it
I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
And maybe we get back up in a minute

[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Listen, if you with it, get in
What you sipping
Hit it out of the park
That's if you pitching
First you look at me wrong
Like uh uh, no he didn't
Then you turn into rubbing on me
You start to give in, get it
By the beach, watching tennis
Crack another bottle of Perignon
Louis V carry-ons when you visit
Sending all them singles in your sidekick sentence
Then I reply like be there in a minute
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list
The weed come from a village
Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that's real shit
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste
We lighting reefer bumping 808's & heartbreaks
Skinny broad but out them jeans she got a heart shape
Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race
And let you bet it all keep the winnings
Young entrepreneur give you the business, dig it (Yeah)

[Chorus: x2]
Fast cars
Fly clothes
G5's flying on the seashores
Get it
Baby I'm just tryna hit it on the friendly
So tell me if you is
Or if you isn't
With it
(Yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Fucc Day"

"Fucc Day"


Hey baby what are you doing? Oh... well I miss you. But, I'm up right now.
And I just wanna know if you wanna send something through, I really want that dick so bad

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

You gone call me up on the phone
I was rollin' in the studio
I was workin' on a new song
You was on all at the pole
You was back and forth with your friends
I was ridin' round in a Benz
I'mma roll up paper plane
I'mma take it straight to the bank
I'mma come over when I say
I'mma come over when it's done, babe
Get you what you want when you say
Make you run from me cause you're worth it
I be on the phone with your girl
Facetime when you get lonely
Got me catchin' feelin's that's strangers
Call me up when you wanna bone

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

You could be the clothes off
I'mma take my shirt off
I'mma leave my chain on
Fuck you all night long
I'mma do it all night
You gone suck it real light
Shawty you a professional
Fuck you like I never wanna let you go
Never let your man know
Your man he a bozo
This money comin' slow-mo
He ain't gettin' no dough
I'm ridin' in a two door
Fuck you and you want some more
Fuck you on the bed then you on the floor
Fuck you on the shower
Fuck you like you never had this shit before

She can call up a nigga phone
I'm gone call her over where you stay
It don't really matter what you doin'
It can be the middle of the day
I'mma come over beat her down
We can do it right where you staying
It don't really matter what you doin'
It could be the middle of the day

We could do it in the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Middle of the daytime, daytime
Take shots in the daytime
Get drunk in the daytime, daytime

Uh that shit was so good, I can't wait to see you again tomorrow.
Like the way that you just had me bent over, like that shit was just too good, fuck...