Wiz Khalifa - California Lyrics

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I’mma smoke a trippy stick on this one
Hash oil

Roll a joint, roll another one
When it’s all said and done
I’ll be at the top bitch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, been pulling em off the lot
Don’t even test drive it before I cop
Just ordered a yacht
We’re at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I’m placing my wager
No need to care about how much paper I blow
Cause I been getting this money and stay on
A couple things that I know
I’m blowing this stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it’s cologne
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I didn’t make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I’m wrong
But I’m just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I’m gone
If you ain’t talking money homie, you can’t get a call
Cause this a muthafuckin life that you can’t live at all
I’m getting high while I drive, I ain’t thinking of y’all

[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas

Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only different is that’s me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause she can get crazy in this industry
Most your friends become your enemies
That’s why I stay down with the ones that’s still with me
The niggas who started and they down to ride till the end with me
Make sure the positive energy be flowing
All the weed keep rolling
All of us keep getting high, the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Niggas keep hating, but baby I’mma keep ballin
Now I’m buying a steak on
On private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I’m cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
Ask my dealer how I look, that Ferrari option
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin’


[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas

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Chris Brown - Till I Die (feat. Big Sean and Wiz Khalifa) Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Yo, West Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit’ my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put 26′s on Benzo’s
Dirt roads, back woods
They got weed but I’ve been dope
Ratchet, n-gga we act hood
But I’m getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I’m faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A n-gga gon’ be faded, all the way to the AM yeah

[Hook - Big Sean]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn, b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

Oh God, oh God

[Big Sean]
Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like an indian
Talkin in clouds, I’m high as a b-tch
I’m talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that hoe, show ‘em no love just throw ‘em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I’m so f-ck-ng in style, wow
New crib, crash that, Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that’s just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don’t be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my d-ck

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking sh-t just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking, choking, always rollin’ something
I don’t need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button and theater showing
Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussions, no discussions
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain’t on the road gettin’ it
Then I’m in the hood where my niggas live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound ’bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about it and I’m living it
Fucking little b-tch

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)
[Chris Brown - Till I Die (feat. Big Sean and Wiz Khalifa) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Chris Brown]
Real n-gga never frontin’
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin’
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
Got this bitch jumpin’
Fly, that’s me.

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Amber Rose - Fame (feat. Wiz Khalifa) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Amber Rose]
Scrutinize, being blind
Excited by all the lights
The question wasn’t made up
Like these rumors were made up
Can’t shop for clothes or buy some cigs
Without paparazzi waiting for a flick (I see you)
This is a new situation
Now you’re an overnight sensation

[Hook]
You’re not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You’re not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Amber Rose]
Can’t deny it’s just fly
Private jets flying high
Rockin’ rockin’ things you won’t see
Tell ‘em made by Givenchy
Three years ago, just a girl
Now your name is known around the world
This is a new situation
Now you’re an overnight sensation

[Hook 2]
Now you’re ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Now you’re ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
And you made it this year
Coming up so they hate it
Fly first class so they could get mad
You heard what they have to say but you paid it
Now you’re busting out, doing your thing
In your face, cuss ‘em out
Brag cause you’re the one that they fuss about
You’s a bad little mother shut your mouth, cause…

[Bridge]
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say

It’s all because of the F-A-M-E (F-A-M-E…)
You’re not ready
You’re not ready for the fame
Now you’re ready for the fame


[Hook]

F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E
F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E
Are you ready for the fame?

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Maroon 5 - Payphone (feat. Wiz Khalifa) Lyrics

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans 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 say it's too late to make it
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down

I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck 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 spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick

Oh, you turned your back on tomorrow
'Cause you forgot yesterday
I gave you my love to borrow
But you just gave it away

You can't expect me to be fine
I don't expect you to care
I know I've said it before
But all of our bridges burned down

I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck 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 spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick

Now I'm at a payphone

[Wiz Khalifa]
Man, fuck that shit
I'll be out spending all this money
While you're sitting round wondering
Why it wasn't you who came up from nothing
Made it from the bottom
Now when you see me I'm stunning
And all of my cars start with a push of a button

Telling me the chances I blew up
Or whatever you call it
Switch the number to my phone
So you never could call it
Don't need my name on my show
You can tell it I'm ballin

Swish, what a shame could have 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 have saw but sad to say it's over for
Phantom pulled up valet open doors
Wiz like go away, got what you was looking for
Now it's me who they want, so you can go and take
that little piece of shit with you

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?


If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick

Now I'm at a payphone...

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Wiz Khalifa - Work Hard Play Hard Lyrics

[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 out there in 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 ain’t reppin’ my gang, get ya own clique


[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
Go hard, make sure you do whatever it is that you gotta do
That’s your job
And niggas gonna hate but that’s 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
That’s whats in my joint
That’s 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]

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