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    Yeah! Its young Khalifa man, Currensy the hot spitta
    look in the mirror man ask yourself one thing hahahaha
    How Fly yeahhh

    Wiz Khalifa
    Foot on the gas, im fast living picture me
    I aint have no pot to piss in
    now im checking bags cheif and hash
    with politicans helicopter pads some hoes
    to get to know and hella zags, no tagss.
    I aint one to brag but if you aint trying to hear
    about the money drugs and women then
    I aint one to asskkk. Smoke so much that I'm
    going brain dead Hoes mad at me
    cause my phone off until my plane land. I tell her
    whoa!.. slow down baby the spitta with me
    its enough to go round lady, you drive by
    I give her wings redbull and Jim buckets
    of a couple paper planes broadcasting my
    name over internet airwaves bitches
    hear me on twitter put my music on there
    myspace pagess. yeah! if you smoke
    then roll up and play this me and hot spitta
    come where the planes is

    She said she wants to sip clicquot
    on my living room floor smoke weed hang with
    other famous people I know gain access
    to exculsive places I go lavesh and dangerous
    is the life I chose, but I wouldnt change it for nothing
    Sex, money and drugs wrong way
    sports cars and luggage better to be somebody for one day
    then to be a nobody for your
    whole life so fuck it! yeah
    get the cork out the bottle put the purp in the easy wider
    spitta in the house, hide your lighters
    I take em, a case I mistake them indented in
    my bed for I couldnt swore i brought
    this one in with me in the cinnamion interior 9 10 to
    early 80's buy chevy with a great engine.
    high jacking your women you left her
    unattened Dr. jackle and Mr. Fly when
    I'm on that liqour the way of the samarui
    I got my chi centered sharp as blades
    these bars I lay forever the player and
    never played I slay them bitches
    I never save, bomb ass trees they get blazed
    Palm trees we use them for the shade,
    What else can I say I got it made
    Like I had it built taylor gang or get killed. Yeah!

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