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

(Wiz Khalifa)
No joint in my car
Play the game
We gone get cheese
Don't police a reason to fuck us off
I done the ups
Not a stranger to the
But for now smoke devers in my loft
Champagne with bitches foreign names
My homie hit me on the
He want nothin just to tell me that i got
And it G
I'm in your frequently
Got the bottle, bring the
Watch some hit this weed
Yea a livin 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 and still remained a G
clicquot (CLEE-CO) slow and D's smoke
She leave the room, you it on her fingers bro
Askin silly questions, bout you been
you look different
Had the time of her not to mention
You ain't this high in a minute
Took over the air
I'm fly, You niggas trying to visit
yea... Yea

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

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

(Killa Kyleon)
Me and Khalifa, cooler kush reefer
drink that'll seat ya
Put you in a
Louis on my beepers but i see that (clearly tho)
Good is the consequence we legends (really tho)
Minus Kanye, but we got money 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 swangs fascinated
With the fast
Haters to the left i got my right
spring green make 'em blow it like a bag pipe
Get up like a
VVS's is in my lookin like bad dikes
All my bitches bad
Mike no homo, Rose, Kim Kardash type
5 chicks, first class like my last flight.

(chorus)
Where that paper go,
I'm goin get it, So 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, they know my name
that we go,
And they rep the gang everywhere we go
Everywhere we go,