Juicy J - Talkin' Bout (ft. Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa)

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Letra

[Intro: Juicy J]

Swagger under

Trippy niggas... let's get ratchet

[Hook x2: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]

I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin shit but they hidin out

Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout...

(I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin shit but they hidin out)

(Real niggas know what I'm talkin bout...)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

(Trippy, trippy, trippy, turn up)

Rack after rack, I got the sack, geeked up of beans, pack after pack (yeah ho)

Stay with the nina' 2 cups and a zip, Juicy don't fight I just empty them clips (yeah ho)

Blowing like cash, high off the gas, pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast (yeah ho)

Next time you're see him this face on the shirt, next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse

See why you niggas mad nigga, that to me you so cash nigga

Stuffed in a Louie bag nigga, Juicy J be that nigga

Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer

Mostly niggas be lyin sayin they is but ain't killers

Nigga wanna play with me, I'm a break him off

Give my youngins, they'll do it, I'm a bring em out (get em)

They gon' get on your ass then they flyin takin off (get em)

Nigga we gon take a life before we take a loss [gunshot]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day's a payday

Rollin up that KK, now it's going down like mayday

All my niggas be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling

Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh

Used to tell niggas I was gonna here but they ain't really understand

Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I'm the man

Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands

Now they see that I'm ballin cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh

Now when niggas be tourin, now my money be foreign

All my niggas be scorin, section very important

I'm cakin up, you fakin up, I'm rollin weed when I'm wakin up

Instead of talkin shit and try to hate on us just grab a joint and come bake with us

(Fuck nigga, hahahaha, uhh)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

(Look, okay, okay)

Front page, I'm on the news: nigga call me a dropout

Real nigga, 100, never needing no copout (nah)

Diamonds on my chain just pop off, you already know what I'm bout

Got bad bitches from overseas but I need a big ass from the south

Look at us, we made it, bottles up in the air now

25 racks a night, give a fuck bout sweating your hair out

Getting trippy man with some frisky things; I am the shit and you niggas anus

'Cause if I mention ya'll I'm a make you famous you still ain't nothing, I'm stainless

We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it

And I'm a get real deep in the pussy; the number one nigga, ain't no need for replacement

Getting in my spaceship, I'm high as a bitch, fly as a bitch

Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this shit

[Hook]

Mike WiLL Made It - 23 (ft. Juicy J, Miley Cyrus & Wiz Khalifa)

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Lyrics

[Miley Cyrus]

I'm in the club high off purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Juicy J (x2)]

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

J’s on my feet

So get like me

[Miley Cyrus]

I be in the club standing on the couch

In them Wolf Greys like it's my house

Drinking out the bottle, I got no respect

Looking like a model, who just got a check

I back it up, cause I don't give a fuck

If you're a lame, that's a shame you can't hang with us

I'm MC Hammer fly, you can't touch

J's so fly I should work at Flight Club

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away

I’m naughty by nature like I’m hip-hop hooray

With my hands in the sky, I wave ‘em from side to side

My feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

I'm in the club high off purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Wiz Khalifa]

I be rockin' J's or

I be rockin' Taylors

I got lots of flavors, my kick game is major

More kicks than the players, call me up I'm scorin'

Hit it like a free throw, tongue out like I'm Jordan

Smiley, Miley, come swing the thing right by me

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Gotta a joint if you wanna get stoned

Got choppers if they wanna try me

Pro athlete I'm not no wannabe

Waitress asked how many bottles? I said 23

[Miley Cyrus]

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away

I’m naughty by nature like I’m hip-hop hooray

With my hands in the sky, I wave ‘em from side to side

My feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

I'm in the club high off purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

[Juicy J]

I stay showin' out, my kick game is a beast

I got thirty pair of J's that ain't never been released

Flu game twelve, Space Jam 11

On the hype beast sick, they gon' need a paramedic

Turn up, turn up, turn up, I got trippy, I stay live

All this purple in my cup, match them grape 5's

I'm so high, I got three bitches that go bi

I'm so fly, I'm gettin' head like a blow dryer

[Miley Cyrus]

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away

I’m naughty by nature like I’m hip-hop hooray

With my hands in the sky, I wave ‘em from side to side

My feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

I'm in the club high off purp with some shades on

Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

Wiz Khalifa - Gone (ft. Juicy J)

Canción: Gone

Artistas: Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J

Letra:

Yo, Ya'll kniow what it is,

Money, Drugs, & Bitches.

All Day, errday, mhmm.

Listen to this shit nigga, you might learn something.

OG in my zow, hell naw, we aint smoking Reggie.

Bout to be a dad, but got way too many kids already.

Niggas stealin swag, niggas stealin ad libs,

all about my cash so I'm always talkin cash shit.

This gin already poured, this joint already rolled.

I just got off the plane, now im back to getting blow

I'm not trynna play you, im not trynna pay.

I sell tons of swag, & give rhymes away,

I got cars to buy, I got flights to make,

Smoke hundred twenty, five times a day. ugh

rollin weed & countin green

On the top no in between, ugh.

We the only real niggas left, Rest in peace My young & teff.

(Chorus)

And we gonna smoke until its (Gone, gone, gone,gone,gone)

buy the bar until its gone, gone, gone,gone, gone

and spend it all until its Gone ,gone,gone,gone, gone

Ugh, These niggas stealin swag, where'd they do that at?

That aint kk in your bag, where they'd grow that at?

Less than 500k, where they move that at?

Not in Taylor Gang makin cake, we doin that.

Think I'm doing that. New car, aint no roof in that

Niggas boofin bad, they know aint no truth in that.

Got my weight up, now my hate up, but I'm cool with that.

Hate you rich, but love you when you doin bad.

Now that I got cake, they say "Hey, whatchu do with that?"

Count them Louis bags, Chanel, just so my chick could brag

Dropped a 100k, just so my click could rag.

Paid in full bitch, Taylor Gang, we livin that. ugh.

(Chorus)

That loud all I smoke, might fuck around do blow.

Strippin bitches on coke, pour gin down their throat.

The more money I throw, the harder they gonna go.

I can never go broke, trust me man, I know.

Still off them pills, trippy niggas for reals

Neck full of them diamonds, my sprite stay on chills

Rich til I'm killed, always spendin my mills

Before you was born, bitch I had a record deal.

Smoke a whole pound of weed, like its just an eighth

Smokin all day homie, I dont need a break

Swear my lungs didn't seen better days

and I watch it get owned cause it escalate

I'm rollin up again, watch how high I get.

And I dont need rehab, I'm not trynna quit.

(Chorus)

Wiz Khalifa - STU

My jeans cost a thousand

My whip from the old school

Nothin' but bosses around us

And you ain't got no pool

So much champagne, I drowned in it

OG, rolled a pound of it

Keep it G, you like the sound of it

Came to spend money, who's countin' it?

I'm the realest in the drop, just left the dealer

In this outfit I'm a killer,

tell the coppers I ain't innocent

If it's poppin', then I'm in it

Own it all, you probably rent it

When I talk, you niggas listen

Thirty thousand, I'mma spend it

Hella bottles in my section

Throwin' money on the floor

No, I ain't on the guest list

I walk right in through the door

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

Mixing gin up with the Tequila

Smokin' reefer

Got it twisted thinkin' I don't get fucked up

Make you a believer

Camera's outside, there go young Khalifa

No keys, left the 69 inside

Cuz my license just expired

I'm in my Cadillac I don't drive

Hit the club and get so high

And I don't really know about yall

But all of my niggas got bank

I'm payin' for all of these bottles

I'm a boss nigga, fuck you think?

Good weed, good drink, better clothes

Fast cars, club owners let us smoke

Grind hard, you don't work hard, you'll never know

How it feel, to have a couple niggas that's real

Hella bottles in my section

Throwin' money on the floor

No, I ain't on the guest list

I walk right in through the door

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!)

Get Higher! Get Higher! Get Higher!

Get Higher! Get Higher!

Wiz Khalifa - Work Hard Play Hard

[Hook]

Work hard, play hard (x4)

Work (x8)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Diamonds all on my brain, nigga

Gold watches, gold chain, nigga

Hundred thou’ on champagne, nigga

Yeah, my money insane, nigga

Yeah, I’m making it rain, nigga

When I was just on a plane, nigga

Buying gear, flying here

Fuck what you heard, its my time of year

If I’m in the club I get a hundred stacks

I’m always rollin’ up so I could laugh at that

Them other niggas stole my swag but I don’t want it back

My nigga, uh, I was on this but I’m onto that

You see it in the closet before it’s on the rack

Was at the ? Hawaii now I’m going 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

Find so many bottles it’s gon be hard to drink

But I’m still pouring up and my family here

And they rolling up so, ugh

[Chorus x2]

The bigger the bill

The harder you ball

Well I’m throwin’ mine

Cause my money long

The quicker you’re here

The faster you go

That’s why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

[Hook]

Work hard, play hard (x4)

Work (x8)

[Verse 2]

Hopped 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

‘Bout shit, walk in the building, I own shit

You can tell by who I’m on the phone with

Damn nigga, talkin’ bout grown shit

Nigga, too busy jackin’ my swag

Need to fuck around, get ya own shit

Get ya own cars, get ya own clothes

Get ya own smoke, get ya own bitch

Yeah, you aint reppin’ my gang, get ya own clique

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

Go hard, make sure you do whatever it is that you gotta do

Thats your job

And niggas gonna hate but thats 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

Thats whats in my joint

Thats what I’m puffin’

OG and been one since I was young enough that know that everybody was gonna know me

Most niggas don’t see

[Chorus] + [Hook]

Maroon 5 feat. Wiz Khalifa - Payphone

I'm at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I've spent it on you

Where are the times gone baby

It's all wrong, we're at the place we made for two.

Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember

The people we used to be

It's even harder to picture

That you're not here next to me

You said it's too late to make it

But is it too late to try?

And then that time that you wasted

All of our bridges burnt down

I've wasted my nights

You turned out the lights

Now I'm paralyzed

Still stucked in that time when we called it love

But even the sun sets in paradise.

I'm at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change i've spent on you

Where are the times gone baby

It's all wrong, we're at the place we made for two.

If happy ever after did exist

I would still be holding you like this

And all those fairytales are full of it

One more stupid love song I'll be safe

You turned your back on tomorrow

Cause you forgot yesterday

I gave you my love to borrow

But just gave it away

You can't expect me to be fine

I don't expect you to care

I know I said it before

But all of our bridges burnt down

I've wasted my nights

You turned out the lights

Now I'm paralyzed

Still stucked in that time when we called it love

But even the sun sets in paradise.

I'm at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I've spent on you

Where are the times gone baby

It's all wrong, we're at the place we made for two.

If happy ever after did exist

I would still be holding you like this

And all those fairytales are full of it

One more stupid love song I'll be safe

Now I'm at a payphone...

(Wiz Khalifa)

Now work that sh-t

I'll be right here spending

all this money while you sitting round

Wondering why wasn't you who came out from nothing

Made it from the bottom

Now when you see me I'm strutting

And all of my cause a way to push up a button

Telling me the chances I blew up or whatever you call it

Switched the number to my phone

So you never can call it

Don't need my name, or my show

Swish you can tell it I'm ballin'

What a shame coulda got picked

Had a really good game but you missed your last shot

So you talk about who you see at the top

Or what you could've saw

But sad to say it's over for it

Phantom roll out valet open doors

Where's the car way, got what you was looking for

Now ask me who they want

So you can go take that little piece of sh-t with you.

(Maroon 5)

I'm at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I've spent on you

Where are the times gone baby

It's all wrong, we're at the place we made for two.

If happy ever after did exist

I would still be holding you like this

And all these fairytales are full of it

One more stupid love song I'll be safe

Now i'm at a payphone...

Chris Brown feat. Big Sean & Wiz Khalifa - Till I Die

Music video by Chris Brown feat. Big Sean & Wiz Khalifa performing Till I Die. (C) 2012 RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

Ke$ha Feat. Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, T.I. & Andre 3000 - Sleazy Remix 2.0 Get Sleazier

[kesha]

i don’t need you or your brand new benz

or your bouji friends

i don’t need love looking like diamonds

looking like diamonds

[wiz khalifa]

okay i’m young and i’m tatted

i get them bucks like an addict

in this christian dior, i spend so much on my fabric

i got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it

and she in love with my stick, she say i work it like magic

okay no need to panic, i’m on a beach where the sand is

somewhere smokin’ on medication, no i wont need a bandage

some would look at my age and try to say i’m young and i’m handsome

i say i’m filthy f-cking rich, so i’m an old dirty bastard

and my cribs a disaster and my kush is the master

i was in my yellow car but my ferrari go faster

sounding like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers

on the remix with kesha, bout to go see the cashier

on the grind so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it

i look down and see a hundred thou’ and think its time to get it

brought a lot of marijauna and i’m here to share it

no it’s not a problem, better get it, then i wont be here tomorrow momma

[kesha] x2

i don’t need you or your brand new benz

or your bouji friends

and i don’t need love looking like diamonds

looking like diamonds

[andre 3000]

we start out so cute in our baby pictures

that momma shot for our daddy so that he wouldn’t forget you

he forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll remember

if not he’s human, i’m human, you human, we’ll forgive him

god gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates him

he’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him

i’m only 8, i’m not old enough, guess it’s complicated

two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated

i only say this in cadence so it don’t get negated

i was gon’ save it for later but later look like maybe

this crazy lady named kesha is guessing my mercedes

would be all new and through through, but its the 1980′s

but now that we are cool cool, she sippin’ irish baileys

she say “stacks, you’re true blue?”

i said “nah, i’m navy”

i call her kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her

she call me andre 6000 because i’m good to her

[kesha] x2

i don’t need you or your brand new benz

or your bouji friends

and i don’t need love looking like diamonds

looking like diamonds

[t.i]

hey kesha what up boo its me

do you know what to do wit me?

bad bitches, i got two of me

well you better make it two or three

bad bitches know me so don’t bother introducing me

they want me more than diamonds

wipe me down bitch, i’m super clean

i’m hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things

bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king

i’m ballin’, royalty, knew it when i seen her

i was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner

my demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive

bitch i bet you take it off and take it with you if i let you

i aint trippin’, i’m just here, couldn’t catch you when i catch you

bitch my swagger super natural

get you pregnant looking at you

i aint nothing like them other dudes

i’m an atom bomb, they a molecule

still paint ballin’ out the frame, stuntin’ like a fool

[kesha - hook]

rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum

the beat’s so fat gonna make me come

um, um, um, over to your place!

rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum

the beat’s so fat, gonna make me come

um, um, um, over to your place!

[lil wayne]

we be on that shit that no one be on

thats what we one, smoke that neon

kings of leon, dynamite napoleon

got some skinny’s and a tee on

and some vans and my mans got the ratchet

while i’m laying in some p-ssy you be laying in a casket

and i’m just saying, i’m just spazzing

im just smashing, im just nasty

if you ’bout it, bust it open

oh you fancy man, i got so many flows like mansion

catch a tantrum, know a girl called cleopatra
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she a throw that p-ssy at ya

i’m financially straight like a lion

i aint lying

and all my hoes on they toes

ballerina, black swan

man we on ciroc, grey goose

it’s weezy baby, sleazy baby

(young mula baby)

[kesha - hook]

(its sleazy)

Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa ft. Bruno Mars - Young, Wild and Free

Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa y Bruno Mars estrena en Youtube el videoclip oficial de su nuevo single "Young, Wild and Free". Aquí les dejamos con la portada, el video y la letra de la canción. Esperamos que lo disfrutéis y que opinéis sobre él.

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees

So what we go out

That's how its supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

[wiz khalifa - verse 1]

Uh, uh huh

So what i keep 'em rolled up

Saggin' my pants not caring what i show

Keep it real with my n-ggas

Keep it player for the hoes

And look clean dont it?

Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it

Give me some 501′s jeans on and roll joints bigger than king kong's fingers

And smoke them hoes down 'till they stingers

You a class clown and if i skip for the day i'm with you b-tch smokin' grade a

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees

So what we go out

That's how its supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

[snoop dogg - verse 2]

Yeah, uh you know what?

It's like i'm 17 again

Peach fuzz on my face

Lookin', on the case

Tryna find a hella taste

Oh my god, i'm on the chase

Chevy, its gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it

Dippin' away, time keep slippin' away

Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay

Tippin' like i'm drippin' in paint

Up front four blunts, like "khalifa put the weed in a j"

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees

So what we go out

That's how its supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

[wiz khalifa - bridge]

Yea, roll one, smoke one

When you live like this you're supposed to party

Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun

So we just, roll one, smoke one

When you live like this you're supposed to party

Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun

[wiz khalifa - chorus x2]

So what we get drunk

So what we smoke weed

We're just having fun

We don't care who sees

So what we go out

That's how its supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

Tinie Tempah Ft. Pusha T, Jim Jones & Wiz Khalifa - Till Im Gone (Remix)

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

i grew tired of the same, then one night

packed my things, told the one i love

i’ll be back one day

through the fight, through the pain

booked a flight, took a plane

told her not to cry

i’ll be back one day

(remix)

been dreaming this since i was young

so baby girl i’ll be going til i’m gone (gone)

til i’m gone (gone)

[tinie tempah- verse 1]

can’t see me bitch, i’m something you will never know

i’m a star you need a muthaf-cking telescope

doing numbers, punching in the telephones

i give em line after line like i’m selling coke

i’m well connected like a nigga with a modem

and these bitches know i ball thats why these bitches on my scrotum

flying right across the ocean bumping frank and billy ocean

on a private jet, they let a nigga smoke, think i’m joking

come and play, pour out another bottle

bring your girls round and lets turn my apartment to a brothel

i do this shit for real, blowing up the clubs

and when they see the bottles then them bitches know it’s us, muthaf-ckers

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

i grew tired of the same, then one night

packed my things, told the one i love

i’ll be back one day

through the fight, through the pain

booked a flight, took a plane

told her not to cry

i’ll be back one day

been dreaming this since i was young

so baby girl i’ll be going til i’m gone (gone)

til i’m gone (gone)

til i’m gone

but i wont be gone for too long

[pusha t - verse 2]

yeah, you see i’m back like i never left

the haters stay, see they never left

i’m selling ? over treble

wrist looking like a treasure chest

hella pads and hella jets

we fly, back seats we drive

hotels attire, next stop dubai

tell a bitch “bye bye”

we getting at this money at the moment

drop sls is just a bonus

push with tinie tempah, better watch ya temper

the holder of that ?, got a heart like december

so roll with the winners or move out the way of the storm

cause i’m coming for all crowns till the day that i’m gone

never gone.

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

[jim jones]

spent summers, harlem world, spent summers in miami

atlanta stripper girls got my ? in the grammys

and i be buying time, just like my audemar

you catch us flying by inside them foreign cars

my sneakers from uptown, my diamonds from the district

and when i be uptown, you know i got the biscuit

so crack another bottle, light another blunt

mommy looking good, see that bitch from the front

she going to the back, but that’s not the trunk

she had some louie luggage, put your bags up in the front

you catch us in the kitchen, and we be cooking powder

these niggas aint freshen if you put ‘em in the shower

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

Wiz Khalifa - Roll Up

I roll up

I roll up

I roll up

Shawty I roll up

I roll up

I roll up

I roll up

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Its your anniversy is’nt it

And your man aint acting right

So you packin’ your Domiar luggage up callin’ my cell phone, try and catch a flight

You know one thing straight, I’ll be there girl whenever you call me

When you at home thats your man, soon as you land you say thats all me

But shit aint all g with him no more, you aint entertained

Since I meet you a couple months ago you aint been the same

Not sayin I’m the richest man alive but I’m in the game

As long as you keep it 100 Imma spend this change,

[Chorus]

Whenever you need me

Whenever want me,

You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly

Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me

I can be your best friend, and you be my homie

I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front

You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt

Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up

Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up

Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up

Whenever you call baby I roll up

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]

I try to stay out your business

But on the real you’re so obvious

And if you keep fitting me in your plans and f-ckin up, your mans gonna catch onto us

That white sand surrouding us

He be handcuffing, he should work for them officers

If you rolling I got a spot where I can put you on this medical, and send you home doctored up

You wanna ride with me cause you say that he boring

Wake up you rollin’ weed, cooking eggs in the morning

Aint scared to spend this money I’ll make more of it

First you was in the sky now you say you in orbit

[Chorus]

No matter where I am

No matter where you are

I’ll be there when its over baby

Cause I was there from the start

No matter if I’m near

Don’t matter if your far

All you do is pick the phone up lady

And I’ll be there when you call

[outro]

Whenever you need me

Whenever want me,

You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly

Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me

I can be your best friend, and you be my homie

I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front

You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt

Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up

Whenever you call baby I roll up

Whenever you need me

Whenever want me,

You know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly

Don’t care what your friends say, cause they dont know me

I can be your best friend, and you be my homie

I aint gonna flex, I’m not gonna front

You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt

Send her my way, she aint gotta hold up

Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up

Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up

Whenever you call baby I roll up

I roll up, I roll up

Whenever you call baby I roll up

Chris Brown Feat. Wiz Khalifa - Bomb

[Chris Brown - Chorus]

All my ladies put your hands up

All my ladies put your hands up

If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb

Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

[Chris Brown - Verse 1]

Oh me, oh my, body like a monster

Let me get inside if ya booty I’ma conquer

If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer

Girl you got that good good

I already know

Tell it by your size

I know you a dancer

Rein-derierre, I’ma call you Prancer

Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera

[Hook]

All my ladies if you got it let me know

She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha

Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker

Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece

I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave

[Chorus]

If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb

Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Something like a pimp, nothin’ like them other fellas

Heard that you the shit, girl we should blow up together

Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11

I’m just tryna beat it up, he could it acapella

We should go back to my crib, thats what I’ma tell her

Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous

Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella

Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I’m the realest

Tell the waiters we gon need more cases

And when you think the money’s gone we spending more faces

She with homeboy, but she want this

6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz

[Chris Brown]

She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother

Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker

Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece

I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave

If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb

Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby

I’m in that black Bugatti

And I off that carlo Rossi

I with thta Taylor Posse

These ladies wanna party

And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey

So hold up n-gga, stop me

All these haters watch me

I give it up, your in the deep, you can call me cocky

Any stage or any beat you know I’ma body

And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty

She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother

Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker

Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece

I give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leave

If you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Know you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb bomb

Girl you got that bomb bomb ba bomb ba bomb bomb

Wiz Khalifa Feat. Too Short - On My Level

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

It’s the champagne pourin’

Big joint rollin’

Bombay sippin’

No blunt smoking

Bad bitch gettin’

Thick and she got some friends with her

I take ‘em out pourin’ shots of liquor

Drinkin’ out the bottle, smiling in all my pictures

The marijuana loud so them hoes follow like twitter

N-gga, you know everything Taylored

Don’t rush to the bar fool, if you aint got no paper

That’s the rules, high as f-ck, sloppy drunk when I’m passing through

Rollin’ doobies up, ya hoe who we pass ‘em to

Hit the club spend this money up, roll another one, drink, act a fool

Thats what I have to do

[Chorus]

See after drinking champagne all night

Never worry bout a damn thing, y’all might

Homie I’m on my level (yeh)

I’m on my level (yeah)

I’m on my level (yeh)

I’m on my level (yeaah)

So let me take one shot to the brain

And I order three more shots

I’m going in, ayy

I’m on my level (yeh)

I’m on my level (yeah)

I’m on my level (yeh)

I’m on my level (yeaah)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]

Spent a couple dollars on my engine

motor roaring when I back out the garage

Gin got me drunk as f-ck stumbling out the bar

Plus I’m struggling tryna find the keys to my car

Cause I be going hard, roll the camera

Life just like a movie, I’m the star

Wish you was in my position

You too broke to play the part

Of course I keep some bad women with me in the back

Sippin’ Rose with some hash twistin’

All about a dollar, my team in the cash gettin’

Straight out the burb, we drinking we smash n-ggas

So when I say I’m balling, that don’t mean that I’m playing mate

All my diamonds talkin’, you can see what they sayin’ mayne

[Chorus]

[Too Short]

In the middle of the night, early in the mornin’

From the streets to the sheets with some freaks, I aint yawnin’

I’m wide awake, we aint eatin’, we aint sleepin’

These b-tches so high man, we aint even speakin’

We just freakin’

You rollin’ with short dog baby

She was high on that pill so I f-cked yo lady

Come to my house I give ‘em everything they want

I might not dot it, but I give to ya women

Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, Marijuana

She can suck it if she wanna

I got tequila, Ciroc and two freaky friends

and this a Wednesday night, this aint the weekend

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Man I’m high as f-ck

Man I swear I’m on my level

Man I’m sloppy drunk

Man I swear Im on my level

I finna pass out

man I swear Im on my level

A n-gga get smashed out

Man I swear I’m on my level

Man I’m high as f-ck

Man I swear I’m on my level

Man I’m sloppy drunk

Man I swear Im on my level

I finna pass out

man I swear Im on my level

A n-gga get smashed out

Man I swear I’m on my level

[Chorus]

The Game Feat. Wiz Khalifa - Taylor Made

Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang

Thats my n-gga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne

We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne

We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes

Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang

Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane

We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane

Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

I wake up in the morning to Red Converse

Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first

You got a hangover n-gga, mine’s worse

Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse

Shit be complicated like out of towners

trying to understand why we say waddup Blood

but we not related

Thats how Compton made it,

so don’t run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor confirmation

On that documentary sh-t I shocked the nation

Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas

When it come to beef sh-t, n-gga I’m the greatest

I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas

I aint a killer but don’t push me

I see a bitch looking, I’mma end up in her p-ssy

See ya later, f-ck haters, cause bitch we Taylors

Bitch we major

Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang

Thats my n-gga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne

We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne

We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes

Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang

Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane

We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane

Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

Probably heard I’m the tightest

And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it

And I heard that you liked it

And I welcome you to my world you’ve been cordially invited

Now I got the whole world excited

Know every word when they heard that I write it

Know I can f-ck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and my herb is the lightest

Some n-ggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing

I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing

These n-ggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all

I learned you ain’t really gotta be famous to ball

I’m hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they get in front of us,

Bad hoes after the shows rushing up

Baby them n-ggas clowns talk down but they look up to us

May look the same but I’m nothing like them suckas

So f-ck what them n-ggas sayin’ and keep reppin’ the gang

Wiz Khalifa feat. Snoop Dogg, Juicy J & T-Pain - Black And Yellow [G-Mix]

[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

so much Black and Yellow you would think I’m from Pittsburg

Intern, get yearn

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]

I’ma 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 its 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 cant 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

Wiz Khalifa - Black And Yellow

[Wiz Khalifa - Intro]
Yeah ah ha
you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
(repeated)

[Chorus]
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
everything I do, I do it big
Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin
when I pulled out of the lot, thats nothin
step up in my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow

[Wiz Khalifa- Verse 1]
Uh, black stripe, yellow paint
the n-ggas scared of it but them hoes aint
soon as I hit the club look at them hoes face
put the pedal once make the floor shake
lyricsvideoclips.blogspot.com
suede inside, engine roaring
it’s the big boy you know what I pay for it
and I got the pedal to the metal
got you n-ggas checking game I’m balling out on every level
hear them haters talk but there’s nothing you can tell em
just made a million, got another million on my schedule
no love for em n-gga breaking hearts
no keys, push to start

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa- Verse 2]
Got a call from my jeweler this just in
and b-tches love me cuz Im f-cking with their best friends
not a lesbian but she a freak though
this aint for one night I’m shining all week hoe
I’m sippin clicquot and rocking yellow diamonds
so many rocks up in my watch I can’t tell what the time is
got a pocket full of big faces
throw it up cuz every n-gga that I’m with tailored

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa- Verse 2]
Stay high like how I’m supposed to do
that crowd underneath them clouds can’t get close to you
and my car look unapproachable
super clean but its super mean
she wanna f-ck with them cats
smoke weed count stacks
get fly and take trips and thats that
real rap, i let her get high if she want she feel that
convertible drop feel, ’87 the top peel back

[Chorus]
[End]

Wiz Khalifa - Damn It Feels Good To Be A Taylor

yeeh

it's young Khalifa man, i know i say that before every song but that's really actually who the fuck I am so
uh x2
damn it feels good to be a Taylor
to rock camo shorts, chuck tee and smoke papers
weed comin' in all flavors,
fall up in the spot as long as the champagnes there
couple pretty hoes I don't know their name here
smell the weed, see two fingers know my gang near
yeh you ballin' but they ain't cheer
lyricsvideoclips.blogspot.com
i guess they tired of rootin' for the same players
real nigga's run up on me at my shows, hoes show me love, promoters give me plane fare,
i'm somewhere at the top im planning on stayin' there
mouth full of kush ridin' in my favorite pair
and this is for anyone who scene a nigga vision from the begining realize that you made it clear
laugh now fly later, damn it feels good to be a taylor.

and that's what it is man, taylor gang or die
damn it feels good to be a taylor
so ya'll just catchin' on it'sall good
you know i fucks with all my Taylors
Taylor gang world wide
you know i had to do somethign strictly for the fans
im workin' on my album right now
i made kush and orange juice go through the roof
im smokin' some sour kush,

I'm smokin' one got another one rolled,
(it's really go sour)
seein' tickets to every show so
they won't sleep till we let them know
(so roll up, you know)
now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go
(do what we do)
I'm smokin' one got another one rolled,
(keep it Taylor man)
seein' tickets to every show so
(2010)
they won't sleep till we let them know
(this years almost over so next year)
now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go
we just gonna' be doin' the same shit but like on a higher level
and that was a weed joke
(na-hahahahaha)
let's go
Jerm i see you
yah you thought i was goin' in the song without sayin' whats up to Jerm
that nigga Taylor Gang
whaddup Bill
yeh
all my twitter follows man
straight up
everyone hit me up on youtube
all my fans that download my mixtape at datpiff.com
yeh
all the blogs that fuck withchu man