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Wiz Khalifa

Chappelle's Show

 

Chappelle's Show


[Wiz Khalifa:]
No matter which way it goes, y'all be the rookies, we pros
I always stay on my toes
You smell the kush on my clothes
A real boss never folds or show the cards that he holds
I'm with my squad getting stoned
Or with your broad getting dome
A couple cars, couple homes off of the bars I composed
Speaking of composure, I keep it and I keep my team closer
Niggas need to keep their mouths shut, closure
If we don't eat then what's the outcome? Vultures
A pound of weed, you'll never see me without one
Always lowkey, you hardly see me in town
But if you do I'm trying to smoke a zip if you down
We came up together but we different somehow
Think I figured it out
They don't do shit, lil niggas just running their mouth
How do I say this shit without hating?
You built your crib on weak foundation
And forgot that you gotta live in that house

[AD:]
Paid in full like Money Mitch, got a brick to sell
Lot hated the progress, I still wish them well
That lil nigga from Compton pray for a wishing well
Now I'm menaging with SZA, drinking white zinfandel
And [?] but never kiss and tell
Crap table in Vegas more than a Chippendales
I hear 'em plotting, nowadays I never get compelled
Fuck your couch, I'm Rick James like it's a skit, Chappelle
Beating on the table, I'm grinding like it's Clipse for real
I want gas rather pump, taking trips to Shell
Getting good brain, yeah that noggin could've went to Yale
Keep it silent when we beefing but that clip'll yell
Shipping KK overseas til they strip the mail
Ride Clinton presidential, could've cripped with Bill
Or get that Scott from Gil
If you know what I mean, yeah

done

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