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Wiz Khalifa

Real Estate – Wiz Khalifa

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

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

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[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


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Old Chanel (Feat. Smoke DZA) – Wiz Khalifa

Lirik lagu: Old Chanel (Feat. Smoke DZA)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Gold teeth and a snapback
Camo shorts, high socks and hoodies
Animal print Joyrich backpack
Keep a Raw cone stuffed with goodie
Eyes low as hell, I rock old channel
Smell the kush smoke on my mink
Jacuzzi bubbles on my Cuban link
Sipping champagne, smoking marijuana
Every finger got a ring
You can tell just by our slang
Native print, skinny pants, young Americana,
Two Cs on my frame, eating pasta with my team

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I rock old Chanel, old Chanel
Old Chanel, old Chanel

Pull up in a Porsche,
Beverly Hills, smoking that weed

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
I do ‘lo as well
With all this double RL and Rugby, ain’t hard to tell
Polo Sport, nigga I’m on the field (coasting)
No Karo, we cracked the seal
Gotta make sure the act is real
Don’t fingerfuck the bud, the pack is real
Fans hyped cause they lit us up
I’m high, don’t really give a fuck
I Usain Bolt through Denim & Supply
I’m seasons ahead, you couldn’t catch me if you tried
I run my lane so hard, my feet swell up
Continuous waves, word to my seat dweller
‘Lo bears, I got so many
Foamposites like I know Penny
Bombay, no Henny
Keep nelly in that old Chanelly
Keep her earrings flooded and her wrists heavy
So when them bitches come through with them fakes
Speedy she laughin’
RLX stuff, like I came from the Aspens

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
That new BBC Barney’s collab came out
I ordered me one and lit one up
And got happy as fuck
Shout out to the niggas swagging me up
Cause now you think I got it off the back of a truck
I got so much of it
Flaunting pieces
One of a kind custom shit
Going on trips, I hope my luggage fit
You only rock it cause it got two Gs on it
My wife’s bag cost 6 G’s and got them two C’s on i
Plus, I’m smoking well
My outfit dope as hell
Trying to find out what I’m rocking to the Grammy’s
Put that iPhone down fool, don’t try to Instagram me
That’s ho shit

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Raw – Wiz Khalifa

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 mane, 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 mane, I’m living raw

[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 started stealing your style
Bring the kush, it’s going down


[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 cuz 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 when it roar
I let Tuki hit the wax, he was sleeping on the floor
Hear a nigga talking shit when we 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’ma give it to them raw

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Still Blazin – Wiz Khalifa

Still blazin, still blazin, still blazin
Cause ganja power its so amazin
give me the strength and protection, keep praisin
each and everydayeeee

[Wiz Khalifa]
why can’t everyone just smoke like me?
just gimme quiet place and lemme roll my weed
where ain’t nobody in my business don’t nobody gotta know
let all your conscious go and blow it by the O
I’m here but my minds gone

[Verse 1]
and its gettin hard to see you cause my eyes low
marijuana minutes, nigga time slow
on a kush clock, there’s always time to smoke
say I look high? I say I’m high bro
still blazin on with me, just facin
I remember days when I could only smoke on occasion
I couldn’t wait to go and cop from ray and them
rollin blunts of 50, stuck in my moms basement
had dro for sale but niggas was smokin haze then
blew a O a day then, don’t know but somehow I made away
and nigga them bills need pay but I’m…


why can’t everyone just smoke like me?
just get up out my face and lemme roll my weed
where ain’t nobody in my business, don’t nobody gotta know
lets all learn how to roll and blow it by the O
I’m here but my minds gone,

[Verse 2]
400 a zip nigga that’s what I’m on
and I’m gonna re-up as soon as the fires gone
smokin og kush from another time zone
as the smoke begins to pile on
wettin rags and puttin bags over the fire alarm
you niggas styrofoam, lightweight
I’m on my 13th oz, quite baked
you probably go to sleep, ya throat might ache
you off that good weed, you need a nice break
see I roll j’s up all day and you wont have to put a 8th in
they sayin its amazin how I’m..

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