Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa - The Race lyrics
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The Race by Wiz Khalifa, Music Lyrics and Video
The Race is the the second promotional single by rapper Wiz Khalifa, from his third studio album, "Rolling Papers", released on March 29, 2011 by Rostrum Records and Atlantic Records.
The single was produced by I.D. Labs and was released on released March 8, 2011 via iTunes. It entered Billboard Hot 100 chart at #66.
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Wiz Khalifa - The Race Lyrics [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] The World turning, the weed burning Them haters talking, I keep earning Know some will say that life's a bitch Well I'ma flirtin and f-ck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is N-ggas felxin' hard with no bars, they got weak servants Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I aint ballin' then what you call that Nothing but net, ain't back cause i never left. I did everything right n-gga better yet Rolling bomb for the n-ggas that's around us Something like a contractor building from the ground up Now just Twist up this weed Realise that you are in the presence of a G Don't f-ck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees F-ck it, you know what I mean [Chorus] I'm riding round, smoking good, music so loud Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they don't on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winners place No foot on the brakes one the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could f-ck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's My dime piece only recognise the best tree's Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breath From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the n-gga they put cake up on Cause we are, Young Movie stars Cause we are, Young Movie stars [Chorus] (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3] O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own Bitches ain't say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone Used to walk the other way But now they all come to my home And they calling my phone, cause my paper was long Nothing, they aint singing my song Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along We flying up, now you want me to take it all off Want me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my n-ggas n all Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture it all N-gga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthaf-cking millions Yeah, I said it, muthaf-cking millions Got my money up, I'm in the building [Chorus