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This boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah,
I hope niggas 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 daughter who I'll 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 747 flying frequent shit
You get all the and try to check for when I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to finish living out this dream so I be in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't long as my money good cause she my one and
Critics got they face up in my gettin nosy
But I'm just out putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I ain't in my position comfy
Drinking 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 pear of on
My strong and these 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 some lame shit, claiming you're my bitch
Do us both a fav, text, don't call me, darling
I was made to ball like Spaulding rolling
say I'm the bomb and they call Wiz, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a foreman grill,
And eyes caught like Jalil
I'll is I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
in the wall all through the vent
Still got to blow