WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - The Race

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[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

The World turning, the weed burning

Them haters talking, I keep earning

Know some will say that lifes a bitch

Well I’ma flirtin and f-ck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases

Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is

N-ggas felxin’ hard with no bars, they got weak servants

Keep verses, Mortal Kombat

Look at my ring, if I aint ballin’ then what you call that

Nothing but neck and back cause I never left

I did everything right n-gga better yet

Rolling bomb for the n-ggas thats around us

Something like a contractor building from the ground up

Now just

Twist up this weed

Realise that you are in the presence of a G

Don’t f-ck up my paper meaning my cheese

Or the ones I use to roll up my trees

F-ck it, you know what I mean

[Chorus]

I’m riding round, smoking, good music aloud

Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas before me

Some smile up in your face but then they don’t on the low

Now I just stunt on my own

Now I just stunt on my own

I’m in a race, and taking the winners place

No foot on the brakes

one the best, homie thats what they call me

It’s lonely at the top, got no company so

Now I just stunt on my own

Now I just stunt on my own

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]

See me, when I’m alone, wishing they could f-ck with me

My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me

But I’m just riding dog, doing a buck fifty

Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski’s

Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky’s

My dime piece only recognise the best tree’s

Treat ‘em like I don’t need ‘em boy, you best believe

You in her face, I let her breath

From debated on, to waited on

From hated on, to the n-gga they put cake up on

Cause we are, Young Movie stars

Cause we are, Young Movie stars

[Chorus]

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]

O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own

Bitches aint say shit to me but now they won’t leave me alone

Used to walk the other way

But now they all come to my home

And they calling my phone, cause my paper was looong

Nothing, they aint singing my song

Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along

We flying up, now you want me to take it all off

Want me to take it all off

Tell a bitch I’ma ball and I’ma buy a new crib for my n-ggas n all

Cause I remember days we’d sit and picture it all

N-gga swear I’d leave or pictured I’d fall

Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I’m a star

Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthaf-cking millions

Yeah, I said it, muthaf-cking millions

Got my money up, I’m in the building

[Chorus]

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Thanks to jj.

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