WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Oh Gee La

rate me

(ft Juicy J & Lola Monroe)

look nigga i could roll up some more weed

or order 22 more bottle of Don P

My presidential rolex shinin that's on G's

the clothes thta i got on all designers from overseas

i pulled up gettin high told the valet to hold my keys

hopped out walk in that muthafucker bought everything thta i see

niggas hatin bitches wishin

they could get in position for some infiltration

Taylor Gang mutha fucker don't deal

with no shape ship only real mutha fuckers come up on my playlist

i keep it way to real to fuck with your fake shit

it's the real right hero one up and face it

Hook:

T'G'O'D gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me

T'G'O'D in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the O-Z

T'G'O'D and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper

give a fuck about a hater

T'G'O'D'

peep the game from the floor seats

here for my throne put them bitches in a nose bleeds

T'G'O'D

Married to the money fornicatin with a baller fuck

a pre-nup like the Kobe's

T'G'O'D'

educatin' hoes on the what where hows og embodying a boss see

bitch i school sluts on the whats and the whos and the guts and the shoes of how the body of a boss be (uh)

now it's rock a bye bitches

lights out when i'm rockin my bitches

ass to waist ratio

Giuseppe shipped out in on a cacchio

rent on a vashio

oh la la la, it's the way that we rock when we doin our thing

oh la la la. It's that first class high that the Taylors bring

my circle anti-square can't compare liek a aunt i care

ain't i there sonning you hoes

i birthed none of you hoes have earned

none of you hoes have learned

vicariously livin thorugh my shadows

got em throwin more shade than a clouded out meadow

livin in a land called LA LA no have learned

Maserati sittin on lips all yellow

smoked out interior like a cigarello

now these hoes wanna hang leave em hangin like

hello ha ha ha ha

until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the earth

i forever stay a real bitch and only fear God

when the devil get to temptin me i only hear God

and my struggles help build me so i now endear odds

Lauryn we'll forever love you

you'll forever fill hearts with hip hop

Hook:

T'G'O'D gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me

T'G'O'D in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the O-Z

T'G'O'D and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper

give a fuck about a hater

paper paper paper

i'm so fuckin taylored bitch

burnin dope gettin ashes on the calculator

big wads in my pockets, money bery big

i'm so sincere ridin in a belly bin

hit the booty club drinkin side fire gin

juicy J don't fuck with racket hoes only 10's

Hook:

T'G'O'D gettin high rollin weed up for everyone to know me

T'G'O'D in the club poppin bottles blowin weed by the O-Z

T'G'O'D and you know i'm gettin cash cause i'm all about that paper

give a fuck about a hater

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