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wiz khalifa - b.a.r. lyrics

taylor gang
paper planes… uh
and no matter what i say
everyday i keep count
whoever n-gg-s speak about

lambourghini dreams, beach house wishes
pour bottles of champaigne for my beach house b-tches
it ain’t new to me that money boy i been bout
throwin’ hundreds on the floor i tell her keep count
n-gg- they in love with what i say cause aaa
really live the life you other n-gg-s speak about
got my camera man he’s down to do a movie for me
couple n-gg-s round that’s down to do the shootin for me
i’m still ridin’ with my main b-tch
she rollin’ a joint somethin’ old school playin’
she love me we f-ckin’, we in the fly free zone
with some n-gg-s who capped an save it
i let her shop til she drop dead
sleepin’ in her crib wake up to decent pot plant
jordan shorts and a pear of polo sotch blazin’ with yo b-tch
you wanna live smoke this

i’m glad to be here out the way in so looong so looong so long
i finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon
and i’m a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on
and i’m a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on float on
and i don’t have much, but i take all i got
and that’s what i give (what i give)
what i get in return is the money i earn an the life i live (life i live)
i’m so gone yes i burn after rollin’ (after rollin’)
and float ooon an float oooon an float oon

i talk numbers i have people to speak for me
if you love her then how did miss or could you keep shawty
ever fly private, so much diamonds in my chain h-ll a sky milage
i fell asleep on a plane
an never woke up, an now i’m livin’ the dream
suckas hate hard, hoes treat me like i’m a king
they wanna live comfortably sippin’ on champaigne
real n-gg-s f-ck with me, so drama is not a thing
i gave my momma the o she told her anythin’
that come through the door to open the whole clip
i’m with yo b-tch smokin’ let her keep the mid i’m a roll this potent
hotel so close to the water you can even hear the ocean
them b-tches can’t breathe beware of em n-gg-s with tattoo sleeves

one smoke cause they know that i keep flavors
tell me how them other n-gg-s lame
and she love a cool press so she f-ckin’ with the tailors
we’re all stars and smoke papers, iphone with no ring tones
vibrator on plain mode, palm trees, an b-mpy road
the weed burning, but the the money just blow
while i’m lookin’ at your n-gg-‘s face
light another l an pull the liquor out the case
n-gg-s tryin’ to fell see me now they wanna hate
fly another plane in different city, nother state
my cash change the forecast, as a team was half baked before cl-sss
now i smoke joints with other n-gg-s hoes
and this sh-t you burn after you roll

- wiz khalifa lyrics

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