Wiz Khalifa

Wiz Khalifa - Weed Brownies songtekst

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[Wiz Khalifa]

Is this the top?

The top of the world?

Top floor?

There’s weed in the ashtray

It’s top-shelf

Cap!



[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]

Riding in my Challenger

Faded off this weed brownie

Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already

Niggas ask about my pay

I say I keep it steady

Gripping on the wheel

Spending money like a politician

Tipping on a bill, it’s going down

Like this bitch was sitting on the hill

I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels

Furs and shit

Eat champagne and lobster cause I f-cking deserve this shit

CAP!

Niggas say I’ve got an old soul

Well, I tell them that I’m here muthaf-cka

And I made it cause my flow cold

I’ma roll some of this weed, I’ma pass it to you

Then we gon be so gone

Homie, I got papers and vaporizers

Flavors to stabilize ya

Thoroughly baked cake

Can’t say a thing and my eyes shut



[Hook]

They say they do (they do, they do…)

But they don’t know (don’t know, don’t know..)

Who we are (who we are, who we are…)

Superstars



[Verse 2 - Curren$y]

I’m outta here, stratosphere

Paper hella straight, nappy hair

Bitches seen that the kid that you was even there

When we pulled up, lit like Times Square

When we pulled up, lit like road flares

When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared

Because they know what we be doing over here

She just wanna be high in her underwear

With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power loss

Stepping out the shower

Threw her a shirt to towel off with

Of the two, one of the qualities I want in a bitch

Cause baby girl, f-ckin with me is some major shit

Failed warning, I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning

And a J while I’m yawning

Darling, I got papers and vaporizers

Flavours to stablize ya

I’m a fully baked potato

Spending my cheddar and chives



[Hook]



[Verse 3 - Big Sean]

Uh, I got rich nigga blood nigga

Boi, boi



I’m dedicated, hella-faded

High as hell, I’m levitating

I’m rolling up, f-ck a wheelchair

Ironically, my shit’s medicated

Your eyes closed cause you sleep

My eyes closed cause I’m meditating

I gotta go make reservations

At a real nigga destination

Two girls in the tub, that’s luxury

You disagree? That’s f-ckery!

Saying “f-ck you” cause you can’t f-ck with me

I need my dick sucked, but I’m sucka-free

You are who it sucks to be

I’m a company, buy “Finally Famous” over everything

That’s my company

You already know, nigga

Collect the money like it’s old, nigga

And I’ma blow it like it’s rolled, nigga

And I be stuntin’ til I’m old, nigga

Weed, money and hoes: what a hell of a night!

F-ck you mean? This is everyday life

She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right

It’s apparent she present, where I’m appearing tonight!
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