• Vagalume
  • A-Z
  • Estilos
  • Top 100
  • Playlists
  • Rádio
  • Hot Spots
  • Notícias
  • Play
    PLAY

    We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
    Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
    Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
    Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
    We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
    Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
    Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
    Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

    Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics
    I'm rollin' a J up, I'm lovin' the fragrance
    I'm hardly on time cause my mind is where space is
    But I always on grind cause that's how my fam raised me
    Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy
    Love marijuana, smoke on the daily
    Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady
    Blow the whole pound now, came up from a Av
    I? m lettin? the top down, and countin' them faces
    I'm blowin' the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors
    I'm smokin' in public, they stare in amazement
    I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places

    We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
    Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
    Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
    Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
    We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
    Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
    Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
    Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
    [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
    I pull up foreign, lil baby for it
    I let her drive than it get boring, I lay back smoking (Oh yeah)
    Fuck empty windows, fuck empty windows
    Girl, first we were just smoking and then we fucking (Lord)
    Chop it up, all to the good night
    Gotta go get my money right
    Og Louis thirteen on me
    Don’t pass me that mean, homie
    Judge gave my nigga life
    He took the bitch, still didn't snitch homie
    Niggas put the [?] never been through nothing
    Have to keep my distance from them bustas
    Fuck her one time, I will never trust her
    She got attached to these real lames
    Deleting all the texts while I roll a whole...

    [Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
    We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
    Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
    Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
    Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
    We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
    Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
    Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
    Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire

    [Part Ii]

    [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
    Let's go
    Let's go
    Let's get it
    Haha

    [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
    Roll up my weed as soon as the day start
    Get me a pound and I break it apart
    Kush on my clothes, smell the green in my car
    Ain't coming close, you smell me from afar
    Time after time, I keep smoking that herb
    Joint after joint, I must be on the verge
    Of overdosing, I be on that loud
    Speeding me up, while I'm slowing you down
    I just got back from an overseas trip
    Smoking with Dahi, he got me high as shit
    Cause we keep nothing but good in our J
    Repping our gang and we mob everyday
    Break down an ounce, put it right on tray
    Ain't saving nothing, we smoke everything
    Light up a joint, let it stink up the place
    Or hit the bong, load the smoke in your face

    [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] (x2)
    Imma get money, nigga, Imma get money
    I'm a real nigga so Imma keep it real
    And I love getting high
    And I love getting high

    [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
    Break it down and roll another one
    I could get anything I want
    I told her "You should bring a friend for the crew"
    Hear 'em talk but they ain't want it though
    I'm in the Hall of Fame of smoke
    Cause everybody that I'm with, get high too
    Only rolling in a Wiz Khalifa paper
    Taylor Gang G Pen, smell the vapor
    Take it to the head before I walk up to the plane
    I'll probably get so fucking high
    Won't even know my fucking name
    You got to be a pro, if you wanna get this blow
    Never inhale, teach you how to hit this smoke
    And I'm never running out of it
    Kush smoke, got a lot of it
    Smoke like we hit the lottery
    Seen Snoop, he was proud of me
    Won't go broke cause I never spend
    If them hoes don't smoke, don't let 'em in

    [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] (x2)
    Imma get money, nigga, Imma get money
    I'm a real nigga so Imma keep it real
    And I love getting high
    And I love getting high

    Letra enviada por rafhael túlio
    Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção »

    Comente
    user 300 caracteres restantes. Enviar

    Todas as letras de Wiz Khalifa

    Publicidade
    Notícias
    Mais notícias »
    Hot Spot
    Top Músicas do Vagalume
    Top 100 »

    As informações deste site são postadas integralmente pelos usuários. É importante dizer que é possível que os dados estejam desatualizados ou incorretos, sendo assim, o Vagalume exime-se de qualquer responsabilidade sobre as informações publicadas.Caso haja interesse em remover ou alterar alguma informação, entre em contato conosco.


    É permitida somente a visualização no site das letras de músicas encontradas aqui, vedada sua reprodução através de quaisquer outros meios (Lei 9610/98).Todas as letras de músicas são propriedade dos seus respectivos autores e divulgadas somente para fins educacionais.All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.