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Wiz Khalifa

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Huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aw man), yeah

If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed, that mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Rolling up Js and pouring out shots, I figured you'd know the procedure
I got a son at home that really need me
I got a baby-mom, know how to treat her
I got a bitch that pray that I don't leave her
I got a team that's gon' win every season
I got a pound to smoke, now I don't need one
Double-R, customized features
Work sixteen hours, seven days a week
Money, we count it 'cause that's the routine to us
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed, that mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Zooming on pictures to check the details 'cause bitches these days'll deceive ya
Yeah, yeah
Always keep a trick on my sleeve and I'm always in the air, air
Floating past, make 'em notice when they see me
I can take a nigga bitch, man, that's so easy
To go out and get these mills, I got more reasons
I be in the crib playing with my kid
Playing ball on Zoom calls with his teachers
I'ma give 'em more than a little teaser
Playing fourth quarter, I know how to clean up
She blowing biscotti, say she wanna beam up
I stay organizing and they wanna team up
Then I be like "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Aim first class but her legs in the air
Stay on her mind when I fuck up her hair
Don't fuck for a check, baby, fuck for respect
Fuck up a check on a comfortable set
Yeah, yeah, ride for my niggas, I love 'em to death
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed, that mean that she fucking a Taylor
Niggas be saying they comfortable just to disguise the fact that they lazy
Niggas be telling they bitch that they know that I fucked just to hope she debate it
The way you see me and my niggas come up, you would think that we all was related
Came from the bottom, my circle is small, can't come to my crib 'cause it's gated
Look at my checks and I get hella paid, I don't care if I get underrated
Look at the pool in the back of my crib, see me smoking a joint, meditating
Lot of young Wiz imitations
Nobu, I need reservations
They be like "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Pulled up in a red low-rider, put the yellow tail right there (Yellow tail right there)
Pussy real good when I go down on it, she smell like air (She smell like air)

That's hard

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