Wiz Khalifa ft. Lola Monroe and Juicy J - Oh Gee La Freestyle | Текст песни

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• Wiz Khalifa ft. Lola Monroe and Juicy J
• Oh Gee La Freestyle

[Wiz Khalifa Verse]

look nigga i could roll up some more weed

or order 22 more bottles of Don P

my Presidental rolex shinin thats on g’z

the clothes that i got on are designers from overseas

i wound up gettin high, told the valet to hold my keys

hoped out, walked in that mother fucker bought everything that i scene

niggaz hating, bitches wishin they could get in position for some infiltration

taylor gang mother fucker dont deal with no shape shift

only real mother fuckers come up on my playlist

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

this the real right here, roll one up and face it

[Chorus]

(Wiz Khalifa) T-G-O-D

(Juicy J) Gettin high, rollin weed up for everyone that know me

(Wiz Khalifa) T-G-O-D

(Juicy J) in the club, poppin bottles, blowin weed by the O-Z

(Wiz Khalifa) T-G-O-D

(Juicy J) and you know im gettin cash cause im all about that paper

(Wiz Khalifa) give a fuck about a hater

[Lola Monroe Verse]

T-G-O-D peep the game from the floor seats

here for my throne put them bitches in the nose bleeds

T-G-O-D married to the money fornicating with the ballin fuck a prenup like the kobes

T-G-O-D educating hoes on the what, where, hows, of embodying a boss seat

Bitch i school sluts on the whats, and the whos and the guts and shoes of how the body of a porche be

now its rock a bye bitches, lights out when im rockin my vicious

ass to waist ratio, just had me shipped out and incase she know rent on a bashio,

ewlalala is the way that we rock when we doing our thing

ewlalala is that first class high that the taylors bring

my circle anti square, can’t compare like an aunt i care

ain’t i there, son are you hoes i burnt

none of you hoes have earned , none of you hoes have learned

bicuriously living through my shadows

got em throwing more shade then a clouded out meadow

living in a land called lala no mello

mazaradi sitting on lips all yellow

smoked out interior like a cigarillo

now these hoes wanna hang, leave em hanging like hello

hahahaha

until my lifeless corpse in the depths of the earth forever stay a real bitch

and only fear god, when the devil get to tempting me i only hear god

and my struggles help build me so i narrowed in your eyes

lauren we’ll forever love you, you’ll forever feel hearts

we hip-hop uh ya

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