Wiz Khalifa

Starstruck Remix Freestyle
This your boy Wiz Khalifa man And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, bitch I hope ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now, And if not, get used to it I woke up from a California dream again, Next to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet again You call her a groupie hoe? Ask me I say she a fan Spending all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when I be on that 747 flying frequent shit You get all the press and try to check for when I'm due to land And get home in the daytime, way about the PM Tryin' to finish living out this dream so I be sleeping in And they ask me if I'm lonely I ain't long as my money good cause she my one and only Critics got they face up in my business gettin nosy But I'm just out here putting on for anyone who knows me No, I ain't in my position getting comfy Drinking big and if you chiefin' bring at least an O-Z I stay with me some backup, in case you run up on me He gonna play the pastor, make a nigga holy They call me the 501 Don Mr. know-he-got-a-pair of 501's on My marijuana strong and these hoes ain't shit but private calls Letras de cancionesDog I met her at the club, we was fucked up wildin Made it to my crib we was both drunk, driving Now you on some lame shit, claiming you're my main bitch Do us both a fav, don't text, don't call me, darling I was made to ball just like Spaulding, Raulings They say I'm the bomb and they call Wiz, atomic Hotter than New Orleans, or a george foreman grill, And Chevy eyes caught like Jalil I'll is what I go so I need pseudofed, Big dog nigga all ya'll poodle fed Money in the wall all through the vent Still got time to blog From Letras Mania