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This boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah,
I hope ya'll niggas is used to 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 her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 frequent shit
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to finish living out this so I be sleeping in
And ask me if I'm lonely
I ain't long as my money good cause she my one and
Critics got face up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out here putting on for anyone who me
No, I in my position getting comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa and bring alisa oz
I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me
He play the pastor, make a nigga holy

call me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a of 501's on
My marijuana and these hoes ain't shit 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 shit, claiming you're my main 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
than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill,
And eyes caught like Jalil
is what I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog all ya'll poodle fed
Money in the wall all the vent
Still got to blow