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wiz khalifa - g'd up lyrics

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[intro – wiz khalifa]
yeah, it’s young khalifa man
taylor gang over everything
champagne, paper planes, b-tch taking off her wedding ring
leave with us you’ll never be the same
making money in major ways

[hook – wiz khalifa]
if i got it then i’mma spend it if i want to
and pick you up anything you want too
and nah, i ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it’s right in front of you
i do all of that sh-t them n-ggas don’t do
pop another bottle, imm’a roll this weed up, i’m so g’d up

[verse 1 – wiz khalifa]
big-face digits, whips ain’t rented
walk inside the bank b-tch i’m ben frank friendly
big cake piled up on my plate sh-t endless
throw it in her face watch the b-tch make wishes
walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor
groupies actin’ up, dying to get a picture
rose and patron, kush be my cologne
shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled
all my diamonds clean, all i count is cheese
walking on a dream while you tryin’ to intervene
on top of that money, them haters in-between
smoking sour seem you can smell it on her weave
smell it when i leave, n-ggas catching feelings
og kush prescription keep me way over the buildin’
riding in my ride, banging in my system
high as whitney tryin’ to find a way to get a million

[hook]

[verse 2 – wiz khalifa]
uh, know i’m smoking sour you can smell it down the hall
learned this as a youngin’, what you sell could get you far
captain of my team, tell you how to ball
ain’t a game i put that on my marijuana jar
breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol
diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car
live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans
pocket full’a benji’s give them 20′s to my broad
always on my job, been about my business
k!lling all these rappers off now can i get a witness?
lying to the judge, flying to the club
chopper play the barber came to line a n-gga up
heavy in the game, still ain’t had enough
we takin’ all your b-tches and buying all the drugs
couple thousand for the louis lining in my tub
g’d up from my feet up
roof to the rug
n-gga
[hook]



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