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Speech Lyrics - Artist : Wiz Khalifa
Shake'n bake
Nigga ain't doin' nothing, just sittin' here and swaggin It's easy though It's easy to not give a fuck Fresh outta first class, fresh outta purp nap My outfit straight outta hearse, I'm fresh to death My car from overseas, the steering wheel on the other side I'm givin' it all I got and smokin' what's left So much money on weed, so much smoke in my chest I take the lessons I learned and put 'em all in my flesh Tatted, got a strong weed habit Going hard, could have sworn you niggas had it Buying champagne, what the tab is We order more drinks, bring the cabs in Rip up jeans, call it fashion A lot of cash and a lot of grass You niggas broke, you ain't gotta pass Chanel bags and them Prada tags Spendin' stash, you ain't gotta stack Young and rich, don't know how to act As the wheels keep spinnin' and my joint keep burning And my team keep winnin' Roll up, what's the hold up, up Roll up, what's the hold up, up Thinking of some shit, that rap taught me Sittin' in a whip, that rap bought me Look at all the things that I'm affording My nigga mean I'm ballin' like a sports team You doin' some shit you think's flossin' I was doing that back, when I was fourteen Gettin' it, buying the most, flippin' it Sixteen, time to pay rent in this bitch I wasn't even thinking of making millions I was just thinking, smokin' and chillin' And trying to pay the bills, try get my mom out this building And I got my mom out of this building I never took a hand out Matter fact I put my hand in Now everything you see is planned by me Boss of my own shit, Taylor Gang Ent Nothing but that cali strong Gettin' blown by the pound, bitch, TNT Uh Roll up, what's the hold up, up Roll up, what's the hold up, up |
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