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[feat. Killa Kyleon] [Wiz Khalifa:] 10 steps ahead of these niggassss... Fool Dats why they fuck with me instead of these niggas YEA! Thahahaha... yeaaaa... dis beat go perfect with ma belt Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton... (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks YEAAAA!... you know what it is man... Taylor gang [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] (UH) No joint roaches in ma car Play the game smart We gon' get dis chesse, don't give police ah reason to fuck us off I done seem the ups Not a stranger to the downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft Champagne with bitchs with foreign names Ma homie hit me on da text, he ain't want nothin buh to tell me that I got next Need keep it G I'm in yo' town frequently Got the bottles, bring the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed Yea nigga livin' care free Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high Nigga tendencies Can't duplicate us but the planes what they pretend to be Through all the bullshit overcame and still remain ah G Letras de canciones(Thaha) Clicquot slow and sour D smoke She leave the room you smell it on her fingers bro Asking silly questions bout "Where you been"? Saying "You look different" Had the time of her life not to mention You ain't been this high in ah minute Took ownership of the air, I'm fly, you niggas just trynna visit [Chorus:] (Yeaaaaaaaa) (YAAAAAAAAAA BITCH!) Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it? I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo Everywhere that we gooooo (uo-oooohhhh) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] While you at home on twitter trynna hackin' her page and shyt We smoking and crackin jokes on how lame ya is (Uhhh) Hotel room right up by da water Even taught her how to use ah joint roller A tight end became from underground lik ah oiler Here like I never left, back like ah spoiler Give my keys to valet Waiter take ma order Ya'll been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they ought to' (Heyy) (Kylly run it) [Verse 3: Killa Kyleon] Me and Khalifa, call it dat gush reefer Good drank dat'll seat ya Put chu in ah sleeper, louis' on ma beepers buh I see that bread (Clearly Tho) G.O.O.D music is the consequnce, we legends (Really Tho) Minus Kanye, buh we got this money in common We get it day and night Gutter marijuy don't want it I'm the shit, no plumbin Money talk, no hummin Put the GPS on it Located, I'm comingggg I'm in something Paper-Plated Get it, decapitate it And if the bomb creams Super boats swangs fascinated With the fast life Haters to the left I got my cash right Irish spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe Lit up like a flashlight VVS's is in my necklace lookin like bad dikes All my bitches bad like Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash type 5 star chicks, first class like my last flight. [Chorus:] Where ever that paaaper go, I'm gon' get it, so mami are you with it? I gotta knoowwww, we in da spotlight Never been high as you are till' you get on my flight Up and awayyyyyyyy we go, on my plane Mama they know my name, everywhere that we goooooo Need they rep the gang everywhere that we gooooo Everywhere that we gooooo (uo-oooohhhh) From Letras Mania