WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Ode To Naked Pop Stars

rate me

Okay.

A lotta girls be uh

Thinkin' my songs are about them.

This one's for you, hahaha.

Yeah it's Young Khalifa, man.

And you know I be up on my blog shit

And I came home one night

And I seen you, yeah.

It was the best I ever had, hahaha.

And this is, this is my song for you,

And you.

We all grown.

I love it, shit.

Okay.

Always had a crush on you

That you ain't even know was there.

Lemme introduce myself,

They call me Young Khalifa man (okay)

Young Khalifa man,

Call me Young Khalifa man.

Next time you home takin' pictures

Call me if you need a hand.

I'll be everything you want

Spend time alone, and be your friend.

Pick you up for lunch and shit,

I'll prolly beat you to the crib.

You gon' have me doin' shit

'Cause solely off them snapshots.

I'll lick you from head to toe,

Go down and eat the snack box.

Came home from the studio.

Seen you with no T-shirt on

And couldn't help but feel like this.

I hope that you don't take it wrong.

Ain't seen you in person,

So I figured I'd just make a song

And anyone who feel the way I feel

Could prolly sing along.

You look good with them jeans on.

Wasn't for this

I'da never knew you had them rings on.

I don't know 'em

But whoever stole your Mac,

When I see 'em

I'ma pat 'em on the back.

'Cause baby, you my er'rything.

You all I ever wanted.

We can do it real big

Bigger than you ever done it.

We can do it real big

Bigger than you ever done it. (okay)

'Cause she hold me down

Everytime I hit her up.

When I get right

I promise that we gon' live it up.

And when my daze gone

I look her picture up.

And I say the same thing every single time

And I think of you undressed

Think of you undressed

Think of you undressed

Think of you undressed

You the best I ever had

Best I ever had

Best I ever had

Best I ever had

When I think of you undressed.

Future sex, love.

I be on that Timberlake shit.

I'll be there to download 'em

Er'rytime you take pics.

And er'rything tatted,

So they call me Young Travis.

And we ain't gotta go to the shop,

We already matchin'.

Paper through the roof,

But baby, money ain't the topic.

I could put it on you

Till you pray I never stop it.

Go through er'ryday

Just tryna get some shit accomplished.

But I can't help but think about them

Pictures of you topless.

Like a nerd with no MacBook

Look how pretty that lil cat look.

I see them nine lives pokin' from the back.

And I'm tryna kick the habit

But you gotta nigga crack hooked, yeah.

Just know my album is a classic.

And out of all the flicks

My favorite picture's when you grab it.

Standin' with no towel on

Wish I was where your hand is.

That ring up in your nipple

Make a nigga think of marriage,

I'm sayin'.

'Cause baby, you my er'rything.

You all I ever wanted.

We can do it real big

Bigger than you ever done it.

Well, shit

Y'all prolly done it real big right about now

But, I got more than money, girl.

'Cause she hold me down

Everytime I hit her up.

When I get right

I promise that we gon' live it up.

And when my daze gone

I look her picture up.

And I say the same thing every single time

And I think of you undressed

Think of you undressed

Think of you undressed

Think of you undressed

You the best I ever had

Best I ever had

Best I ever had

Best I ever had

When I think of you undressed.

Okay.

Like I said

I hope you y'all don't take this in a disrespectful way.

It's how I do,

Young Taylor Gang.

Casey I ain't trippin' on that haircut either, baby.

We can go see Larry together, yeah.

And Rihanna we, we ain't gotta talk about what happened

I'm just worried about me and you, baby, yeah.

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