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

I up from a California dream again,
Next to someone's daughter who I'll never meet again
You call her a groupie
Ask me I say she a fan
all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the and try to check for when I'm due to land
And get home in the daytime, way the PM
Tryin' to living out this dream so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm
I ain't long as my money cause she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my business gettin
But I'm just out putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my getting comfy
bigger and ifa chief and bring alisa oz
I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, a nigga holy

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