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Soulmate – Wiz Khalifa

Taylor gang or die.
Cloud crowd.
Heavy hustlin.

Yeah.

Big money, small money
Short money, tall money

Soon after we locked eyes,
I had a vision of me inside.
I stimulate your mind and give your body everything it wants.
Private school her whole life,
got an infatuation with being bad.
You take her out to shop and spend it all,
cause she don’t see them tags.
I get deep inside her soul though,
if she was a guitar I’d treat her like the solo,
and pull my fingers through your hair.
And last night was amazing,
I could honestly say that you’re the best I ever had.
And you don’t remember cause you weren’t even there,
but your soul was.

Keep goin, just catch up on the next one.
Ay.
ay, ay.
Ay.

We don’t make love, I touch your soul girl.

She don’t party where the rest go.
You need to be able to let your hair down,
so you can feel good.
Girl you can buy your own drinks, drive your own car,
purchase them louis bags on your own.
Her parents money long,
but since she grown she’d rather spend yours.
I get deep inside her soul though.
Go into the drag and beat it like I’m bolo.
And so you think it’s too much.
And even though now you figurin out how or what we shouldn’t have did,
to your friends you’ll admit that we have fun.
Okay, okay.

Ay, ay.
Ay, ay.

Let’s ride to the gate so you can meet the mayor.
I’m gonna a beat top man,
I’m gonna take you to never never land.
When you’re all dried up,
here’s an ocean to wet the sand.
Of course I’m gonna see what’s good with your fancy car.

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I’m relighting in the dark, to her lock I got the key.
And niggas down to get a copy.

Damn.
How does it feel this great when you’re not even here?
And you climax with the thought of me,
that mean we gotta be

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Wiz Khalifa

Work Hard, Play Hard – Wiz Khalifa

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou’ on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I’m making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I’m in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I’m always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don’t want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I’m onto that
You see it in my closet before it’s on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I’m goin’ back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it’s hard to think
Buy so many bottles it’s gon’ be hard to drink
But I’m still pourin’ up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I’m out this world, girl you know I’m a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I’m on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain’t reppin’ my gang, get your own clique

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[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that’s your job
And niggas gon’ hate but that’s no prob’
So hey fuck ’em don’t need nothing from ’em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don’t mean nothing
It’s straight from Cali, that’s what’s in my joint that’s what I’m puffin’, OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don’t see

[Hook (x2)]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I’m throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That’s why where I come from the only thing we know is

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard

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Deep Sleep – Wiz Khalifa

[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’

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[Hook]

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

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Real Estate – Wiz Khalifa

[Intro]
Ugh
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

[Chorus]
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
hey

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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

[Chorus]

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