wiz khalifa - mismatch (remix) lyrics
[intro]
couldn’t be easier
couldn’t be easier
couldn’t be easier
couldn’t be easier…
[hook: juju gotti (wiz khalifa)]
f-ck n-gg- better what your tone
all that talking i ain’t with that
(no, no)
all that sh-t in your song
boy stop you ain’t never did that
(no, no)
your hoe don’t wanna go home
all in her stomach like a six pack
(no, no)
been killing these n-gg-s so long
this sh-t feeling like a mismatch
f-ck n-gg- better what your tone
all that talking i ain’t with that
(no, no)
all that sh-t in your song
boy stop you ain’t never did that
(no, no)
your hoe don’t wanna go home
all in her stomach like a six pack
(no, no)
been killing these n-gg-s so long
this sh-t feeling like a mismatch
[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
you would think i speak another language
n-gg-s just don’t understand it
i done took shots for the cameras
i done ducked shots when they came for us
it was just me and my n-gg-s
wasn’t n-body else riding
let a n-gg- find bodies killer
he gon’ put one up inside him
and my eyes still low
ain’t sh-t change, on my grind still, bro
got a summer full of shows
and a phone full of hoes
cause my life kinda ideal, yo
ain’t the one you wanna try here
you just a rookie in the game and you lookin’ at the top tier
and my n-gg-s got no fear
you ain’t got enough n-gg-s so you don’t go nowhere
i got a crib out in california
i got a three-year old kid so i live out in california
but sh-t’s real out in california
you take a loss, ayy, that’s just how it is out in california
but anywhere n-gg-s run up on ya
you better watch yourself, you beat and got yourself
they gon’ catch you out of bounds where you not yourself
be a lesson that you learn, you don’t taught yourself
the f-ck n-gg-s runnin’ they mouth
the real ones out getting paper
i’mma hit the studio now
then go f-ck a b-tch later
bad b-tch from down south
cook food with h-lla good flavor
i’mma get money in pounds
i ain’t got time to go savor
[hook: juju gotti (wiz khalifa)]
f-ck n-gg- better what your tone
all that talking i ain’t with that
(no, no)
all that sh-t in your song
boy stop you ain’t never did that
(no, no)
your hoe don’t wanna go home
all in her stomach like a six pack
(no, no)
been killing these n-gg-s so long
this sh-t feeling like a mismatch
[verse 2: juju gotti]
[verse 2]
f-ck n-gg- stop dapping me off
unless you talking bout the money
you a duck n-gg- and you soft
please stay the f-ck from around me
a m-th-f-ckin’ lame n-gg- make me sick
joker, f-ck you and your homies
talk is cheaper than a b-tch
if you a real n-gg- gotta show me
back when i didn’t have sh-t
n-gg-s act like they ain’t know me
i was sleeping outside by the ditch
all of my potnas got phony
everybody stop answering their phone
n-gg- that sh-t was so lonely
i was scr-ping up $1.24 for a lil pack of bologna
now i got the chips with the dip
and all these b-tches back on me
throwing hundreds in the club like wilt
cutting n-gg-s off like tony
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money
n-gg- turn down your convo
kush got me like a mummy
got my shirt on like tonto
[hook: juju gotti (wiz khalifa)]
f-ck n-gg- better what your tone
all that talking i ain’t with that
(no, no)
all that sh-t in your song
boy stop you ain’t never did that
(no, no)
your hoe don’t wanna go home
all in her stomach like a six pack
(no, no)
been killing these n-gg-s so long
this sh-t feeling like a mismatch
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