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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 up from a California dream again,
Next to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet
You her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 flying shit
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
And get home in the daytime, way the PM
Tryin' to finish living out this dream so I be in
And they ask me if I'm
I ain't long as my money good cause she my one and
Critics got they face up in my business gettin
But I'm out here putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I in my position getting comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa and bring alisa oz
I stay me some backup, in case 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 these ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was up wildin
Made it to my we was both drunk, driving
Now you on lame shit, claiming you're my main bitch
Do us both a fav, text, don't call me, darling
I was made to ball it's Spaulding rolling
They say I'm the bomb and they Wiz, atomic
than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill,
And Chevy caught like Jalil
is what I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
Money in the wall all through the
Still got time to