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10 steps of these niggas, fool
Thats why fuck wit me instead of these niggas YEA!
Hahaha, yea, beat go perfect with my belt
Haha It match my luggage too
rolled up, ask Louis Vuitton
Uh, bad bitches and cold
You know it is man, Taylor Gang

(Wiz Khalifa)
No roaches in my car
the game smart
We gone get cheese
Don't give a reason to fuck us off
I seen the ups
Not a stranger to the
But for now we're smoke devers in my
with bitches with foreign names
My homie hit me on the
He want nothin just to me that i got next
And it G
I'm in your town
Got the bottle, bring the
Watch some movies hit weed
Yea a nigga care free
Please Don't blow my fly pardon the high nigga
And duplicate us but the planes but they to be
Through all the bullshit overcame and still a G
clicquot (CLEE-CO) slow and D's smoke
She leave the room, you it on her fingers bro
Askin questions, bout where you been
you look different
Had the of her life not to mention
You ain't been high in a minute
Took over the air
I'm fly, You niggas just to visit
yea... Yea

(chorus)
Where ever paper go,
I'm get it, So mommy are you wit it
I know,
We in the
Never high as you are until you get on my flight
Up and the we go
On my plane, momma they my name
Everywhere we go,
And they rep the everywhere that we go
that we go,

(Wiz Khalifa)
While you at home on twitter hack in her page and shit
We smoking and crackin at how lame you is, UH
Hotel right a by the water even taught her how to use a joint roller
A end became from underground like a oiler
Here like I never left back a spoiler
Give my to valet, waiter take my order
Yall been waitin for niggas to eat the way they oughta

(Killa Kyleon)
Me and Khalifa, cooler kush reefer
Good drink seat ya
Put you in a
on my beepers but i see that bread (clearly tho)
Good music is the consequence we (really tho)
Minus Kanye, but we got this in common
We get it day and
married to it no woman.
I'm the shit, no
talk, no hummin
Put the GPS on it, Locate it, im
I'm in somethin paper it,
Get it, it
And if the bomb
Super boats fascinated
With the life
Haters to the i got my cash right
Irish green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Get up like a
VVS's is in my necklace like bad dikes
All my bitches bad
Mike no homo, Amber Rose, Kim type
5 star chicks, class like my last flight.

(chorus)
ever that paper go,
I'm get it, So mommy are you wit it
I know,
We in the
been high as you are until you get on my flight
Up and the we go
On my plane, momma know my name
that we go,
And rep the gang everywhere that we go
that we go,