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wiz khalifa – oh gee la freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
look n-gga i can roll up some more weed
or order 22 more bottles of don p
my presidential rolex shining, that’s on gs
the clothes that i got on are designers from overseas
i pulled up getting high, told the valet to hold my keys
hopped out, walk in that motherf-cker, bought everything that i seen
n-ggas hating, b-tches wishing they can get in position for some infiltration
taylor gang motherf-cker, don’t deal with no shape shift
only real motherf-ckers come up in my playlist
i keep it way too real to f-ck with your fake sh-t
this the real right here, roll one up and face it

t-g-o-d
getting high, rolling weed up for e’ryone to know me
t-g-o-d
in the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the o-z
t-g-o-d
and you know i’m getting cash cause i’m all about that paper

give a f-ck about a hater

[verse 2: lola monroe]
t-g-o-d, peep the game from the floor seats
here for my throne, put them b-tches in the nosebleeds
(t-g-o-d), married to the money
fornicating with the ballers and f-ck a prenup like the kobes
(t-g-o-d), educating hoes
on the what, where, hows of embodying a boss, see
b-tch i school sl-ts on the whats and the whos
and the guts and the shoes and how the body of a porsche be
now it’s rock-a-bye b-tches
lights out when i’m rocking my vicious
-ss-to-weight ratio
giuseppe shipped out in (?), rent on a (?)
(oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we doing our thing
(oo-la-la-la) is the first cl-ss high that the taylors bring
my circle, anti-square
can’t compare like a (?)
ain’t i there, sonning you hoes, i birth
none of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have learned
vicariously living through my shadows
got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow
living in a land called lala, no melo
maserati sitting on lips all yellow
smoked out interior like a cigarillo
now these hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like h-llo
(ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the earth
forever stay a real b-tch and only fear god
when the devil get to tempting me, i only hear god
and my struggles help build me, so endear eyes
lauryn we’ll forever love you, you’ll forever fill hearts…
with hip hop

[hook]

[verse 3: juicy j]
paper, paper, paper, i’m so f-cking taylor’d
burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator
big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
i’m so sincere riding in a belly benz
hit the booty club, drinking sapphire gin
juicy j don’t f-ck with ratchet hoes, only 10s

[hook]

- wiz khalifa lyrics

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