WIZ KHALIFA - Weed Nap Lyrics

Ft. sayitainttone

(Intro)
It's how it is, somebody tryna ruin the fun
Like we can't have fun, uh, keep one roller
After that, what's row? Roll anotha one
And errbody up in this bitch right now
I fuck with 'em, if you not here
That don't mean I don't fuck with you, tho
That just mean ya ain't here
Yeah! Uh

(Verse: Wiz Khalifa)
There’s none fresher, they under pressure
Take your bitch and undress her
Go ahead and kill yourself
Fuck niggas there’ll be one less, more weed less stress
Making grocery store runs in some old Bathing Ape sweats
Separate the rookies from vets
Out in the bay where they're born cookies
Shout to Mister Fab, the revolution will be televized
And I'll be hella high, the same jealous niggas will be jealous
Could their wings mash their propellers?
Can't add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot, fixin' plates, that's why I fucks wid 'er
I got a crib in every state, Tommy Buggs, live a nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with yo posture? Lil nigga sit straight!
No otha choice but to keep it real
You niggas so fake, you can still sneer the paint, ew

(Hook)
I got yo bitch on my arm, got the team on my back
Got the world on my lap, got that P on my hat
Niggas sleepin' on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands, I did that while you napped
Still that same nigga, shit ain't changed
Still waking fake, still got yo bitch wid us
Still pop A, still hit the dealer
Ain't no limit to this shit, like P Miller

(Verse 2: Curren$y)
Uh, mission neva changed, still after the same
Jet life, Taylor gang, rectify the game
From the fall the big dawg came
Rollin' joints with his paws, wearin' pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda close tho, copy cats on my coats, yo
Came through locate the dope flow
Tho they try, that shit too stepped on it to get the people high
This that strobe light, that 19 centified Cadillac
That baby girl do it so trained(?!)
Lies, neva had it tho, I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they fin' to be defried
I done said this 100 times, suckas still sleep on me
Laying in the lie, fool, let 'em be
Prolly dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke anotha P, kill some mo' beats

(Hook)
 

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