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Wiz Khalifa – Roll Up
i roll up, i roll up, shawty i roll up, i roll up
its your anniversy isnt it,
and your man aint acting right
so you packin your domiar luggage up callin my cell phone, tryin to catch a flight,
you know one thing straight, ill be there girl whenever you call me,
when you at home thats your man, soon as you land you say thats all me,
shit aint all g, with him you aint more no entertained,
since i meet you a couple months ago you aint been the same,
not sayin im the richest man alive but im in the game,
as long as you keep it 100 im gonna spend this change,
[chorus]
whenever you need me whenever want me,
you know you can call me ill be there shortly,
dont care what your friends say, cause they dont know me,
i can be your bestfriend, and you be my homie,
i aint gonna flex, im 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 rollup , i roll up, i roll up
whenever you call baby i roll up,
i try to stay out your business,
but on the real your so obvious,
and if you keep fitting me in your plans and ****in up your mans gonna catch on to 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 send this money ill 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
ill be there when its over baby
cause i was there from the start
no matter if im near
dont matter if your far
all you do is pick the phone up lady
and ill be there when you call
[outro]
whenever you need me whenever want me,
you know you can call me ill be there shortly,
dont care what your friends say, cause they dont know me,
i can be your bestfriend, and you be my homie,
i aint gonna flex, im 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 ill be there shortly,
dont care what your friends say, cause they dont know me,
i can be your bestfriend, and you be my homie,
i aint gonna flex, im 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 call baby i roll up,
i roll up, i roll up, whenever call baby i roll up,
i roll up, i roll up, whenever call baby i roll up,


Wiz Khalifa ft. Snoop Dogg – That Good
[CHORUS]
im smokin everywhere i go
no stick, no seeds just al green
i always gotta keep one rolled
i keep that need that got that
im blowin every gram i own
that purp that bomb that kush
dont gotta understand, they know
i smoke that fire that good that good that
[Snoop Dogg - Verse]
concentrated, everyday im faded
trees prepared and properly cultivated
i nurse them, sprayed down no chemicals
just me and my buddy – you hear me now?
never treat you wrong, to each his own
snoop and wiz, the new cheech and chong
we up in smoke, makin street schemes
smokin sticky green, havin sweet dreams
break it down, put it in a ZA ZAG
and pull the top back, let the ass drag
hit the switch, quickest way to get a bitch
executive branch, get a wiff of this
black car, sack of dank
high school nigga, da f-ck you thank?
i’m passin all my classes with flyin colors
and everyday im high as a mother****er
[CHORUS]
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse]
sun roof open, smokin while im rollin
my bitches only notice it if its potent
bottle of perian we can go kick it by the ocean
get inbetween your legs,
joint roaches and ashes all in your bed.
you callin her babe, she call me instead
cause i put that game all in her head
saw the crib khalifafans.com, she know that im ballin
when he aint have nothin, they used to stall him
now im with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want me
my pockets on swole, im talkin rick ross big
now when we shop we don’t care what the cost is
rollin up good, smokin that bomb shit
blow a whole OZ, nigga thats boss shit
now she all, f-ck her man, rubber bands in my pocket,
gettin money, goin hard for my profit
bad bitch keep a joint stuffed like stockings
young nigga out here gettin bread why knock it
[CHORUS]
[Wiz Khalifa Outro]
we welcome you to high school
we do just what we like to
we cordially invite you
now roll up and get high to it
we welcome you to high school
we do just what we like to
we cordially invite you
now roll up and get high to it
get high to it


The Thrill
Searching for the thrill of it, thrill of it,
Say that it’s love, but to me it’s looking counterfeit,
I get done with one and move on to another bitch
Yea college educated, she graduated
Any bill she can’t front, her parents paid it
The show was far, you the only one with a car
And your girlfriends, bein that she’s a big fan, of course she made it
Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill they chase it
But you, tonight you wanna get drunk and **** someone famous
So I just name a time and a place and your game for it
Value player, hotel room, meet you there
[{background}:]
{Walking on a dream
How can I explain
Talking to myself}
Just travelin’ the world
{Will I see again}
Tryin’ different drugs and girls
{We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down, I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me}
And I’m addicted to champagne
**** the room we buy the hallway
Bitches I Taylor Gang that
They just wanna know where the planes at
Take the little one outta there
Or like, just turn it down
And then I’m um probably just gonna go back smoke another one in an hour
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Just get real airy, ****in’ dreamy and shit
Wake up drunk go to sleep ****ed up
We both amazed at what we just done
Mixin’ drinks, knowin we’ll regret this
Ain’t been asleep yet, room service bringin’ us breakfast
All this money, darlin, what else is left to do
But smoke an enjoy my presidential view
Got a swimmin pool in my living room
On stage, interviews, tons of sour, let’s consume
{We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down, I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me}
And I’m addicted to champagne
**** the room, we buy the hallway
Bitches I Taylor Gang that
They just wanna know where the planes at
And I’m addicted to champagne
**** the room, we buy the hallway
Bitches I Taylor Gang that
They just wanna know where the planes at
What’s this?
Burn after rollin?
Yeah, that’s what it is
Until I drop the next one
It’s just that
{Catch me I’m falling down
Catch me I’m falling down
Don’t stop, just keep going on
I’m your shoulder lean upon
So come on, deliver from inside
All we got is tonight that is right till first light}
I’m stoned
This is what, mixtape number 6? 7?
I don’t know, but um, good weeds still in the building
Your bitch still hittin me on whatever I use on the computer these days
Everything’s going how it’s supposed to be
Yes, Taylor Gang over everything…


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Wiz Khalifa – In The Cut
Niggaz know
Taylor game sunshine or snow
Them hoes running their best clothes
And I prolly ****ed your bitch nigga
Real shit
[Chorus]
We never low
Away we go
We suppose to go go
We suppose to go go
We never low
Away we go
Like we supposed to go go
I always keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
I keep one rolled
In the cut, in the cut, roll them doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, roll them doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, roll them doobies up
In the cut, in the cut, roll them doobies up
Wake up bake up
Gotta get my cake up
In the cut, in the cut, roll them doobies up
Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out
In the cut, in the cut, roll them doobies up
[Verse]
Rolling all this weed that im holding
Thinking she high before she even get the chance to smoke it
Blowing o’s she know my trees potent
Man at home you living for the moment
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Come to game, dont run it, i own it
Kush and orange juice be the components
Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it
how I live
She poured her a lil gin
Then rolled her another doob
before she was finished man freaky sheena got super loose
[Chorus]
[Verse]
show money
leaving show car low full of hoes for me
hahaha
its so funny
all the paper chasing case the money run from me
in the cup rolling up
keep the beezy waters stuffed
while a lil nigga still smoking hella blunts
what?
I just made use another plane
And poured us some champagne
As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang, mane


Wiz Khalifa – The Statement
Yeah that’s it. Yeah! Uh. Where haven’t we… Uh. Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the… haha. Uh.
[Verse 1:]
Fast cars with bad broads in ‘em, I proceed to smoke these trees
And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they bullshit begins I end them
And nope, I don’t hear these niggas trippin’
Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines
The weed is rolled, the drink is cold
It’s new to you, to me it’s old
C-E-O, these off brand niggas ain’t really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known, to leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke
The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. O-K.
[Chorus:]
This ain’t the life that we chose, but it’s the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we ain’t trippin’. ‘Cause we’ll get there in a minute
And we’ll get there in a minute, ’cause we’ll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we ain’t trippin’. ‘Cause we’ll get there in a minute.
[Verse 2:]
Ask me if I plan to be roof top chillin’ with some pretty ass women, you’d be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charge it to my phone, ‘couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it’s best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bone
Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin’ on
Master of the craft, I’ve grown
Haters trail the path, I’ve flown
It’s obvious, suckas talk down but we ain’t trippin’
Hoes **** with us, say we different
At my hotel chillin’, bad women come to fill my marijuana perscription
You niggas know the biz, it’s Taylor Gang or kill him.
[Chorus:]
This ain’t the life that we chose, but it’s the life that we living
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Know we belong on the top, but we ain’t trippin’. ‘Cause we’ll get there in a minute
And we’ll get there in a minute, ’cause we’ll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top but we ain’t trippin’. ‘Cause we’ll get there in a minute.


Wiz Khalifa ft. Big Sean – GangBang
[Wiz Khalifa]
Money, money, money
It’s young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes
Big money talking to you
Muthaf-cker thats cause big money bought it to you
I’ll be stuntin while them little n-ggas sayin’ nothing
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don’t even pay for it
Barely no major shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I’m in Cali so my smoke’s highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money’s through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I’m jumpin’ in my coupe
I’m rollin’ something that taste like fruit
And I hear them n-ggas talkin’ shit but theres nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
Never trippin’ on no hoes, n-gga what you thought we gettin’ money over here
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang
[Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a muthaf-cking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I’m a cheapo
Sippin’ on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
Bitch I’m ten feet tall when I’m standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucka hoe
I’m success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I’m up next
Money in my hand, I don’t need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they f-ck with me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it’s just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the f-ck gon stop her
[Wiz Khalifa]
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang