Wiz Khalifa
The Race
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5:36
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| Добавлена 4 мая 2013 пользователем Миша |
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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 service
Keep verses, mortal kombat
Look at my ring, if I aint ballin' then what you call that
Nothing but net and back cause I never left
I did everything right n-gga better yet
Rolling bomb for the n-ggas that's around us
Something like a contractor built it 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
I'm riding round, smoking, good music aloud
Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas before me
Some smile up in your face but then they 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 that's 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
See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could f-ck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
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 service
Keep verses, mortal kombat
Look at my ring, if I aint ballin' then what you call that
Nothing but net and back cause I never left
I did everything right n-gga better yet
Rolling bomb for the n-ggas that's around us
Something like a contractor built it 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
I'm riding round, smoking, good music aloud
Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas before me
Some smile up in your face but then they 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 that's 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
See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could f-ck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
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