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

I woke up from a dream again,
Next to daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You call her a hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout she gonna do and when
I be on 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the press and try to check for 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 ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't long as my money cause she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my business nosy
But I'm just out here 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 play the pastor, make a holy

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