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[feat. Snoop Dogg, Juicy J & T-Pain] [Wiz Khalifa:] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4] [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big Yeah, uh huh, screaming that's nothing What I pulled off the lot, that's stunting Repping my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow [x4] I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow [x4] [Snoop Dogg:] Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa See on the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack Still a logo in the back We banging out, that taylor gang Dub to your face baby till ya say my name Don't get your clique served Letras de cancionesSo much Black and Yellow you would think I'm from Pittsburg Intern, get yearn [Chorus] [Juicy J:] I'm a bumble bee lit up like a crima tree Drinking Hennessy, I'm from Tennessy Juicy J make their way on their own two Quarter mill for the Phantom, bitch I own you And that go for every G that I'm fucking with Black and Yellow bitches all around me, yeah I did In the hearse, gotta get that reimbursed On the pills and that purple pint of Surp And I stay Louie down to the socks Range, and watch, weed and glock Fiends to pop My fans roll with them rubberband knots I'm getting old but them rubber bands not nigga [Chorus] [T-Pain:] Catch me in my Lamborghini (Black and Yellow, black and yellow) I can rock it on the beat or Accapella, accapella Sideways in the turning lane Fire flame I be burning man Teddy Pain bout to hurt the game Took a break for a while I've been learning things I learned how to tell a nigga fuck you then (Black and Yellow, black and yellow) All I do is fucking win I told y'all, told y'all And now I'm on You thought it was over You thought I was gone I'm going in, you don't have to let me, have to let me Back from the dead like I'm Mackavelli, Mackavelli [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa:] Black and yellow, all black and yellow See me now they treating me like I'm somebody special Smoking on that good know that it's me as soon as they smell it You can chill I'm the one who get it not the one who sell it Grind everyday I'm ballin I can't help it Niggas on that bullshit my pockets full of Celtics And them niggas hating on us give them best wishes In the club you ain't even on the guestlist bitch Sound like you need to get your weight up Go to sleep rich and count another million when I wake up They wondering how I do my thang 2 words, Taylor Gang Remix g-shit The champagnes poured nigga the weeds lit Lil mama clothes fallin like the leaves in the fall Ain't worry bout your friends so bring em all From Letras Mania