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This boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a my shit, yeah, bitch
I hope ya'll is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get to it

I up from a California dream again,
Next to someone's who I'll probably never meet again
You her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 frequent shit
You get all the press and try to check for I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to finish out this dream so I be sleeping in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't long as my money good she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my gettin nosy
But I'm out here putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my position getting
bigger and ifa chief and bring alisa oz
I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me
He gonna the pastor, make a nigga holy

call me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a pear of on
My marijuana strong and hoes ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up
it to my crib we was both drunk, driving
Now you on lame shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, call me, darling
I was made to ball it's Spaulding rolling
They say I'm the bomb and they Wiz, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a geoge grill,
And Chevy eyes caught Jalil
I'll is what I go so I sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
Money in the all through the vent
Still got time to