《Maan》歌詞:byWiz Khalifa mp3歌詞

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Is it recording?

Love is life, and life is livin’, f*****g awesome yeah!

I smoked a whole a damn pound, imma need another one

Eyes closed I won’t come down

Only papers, no we don’t f**k with blunts

N***a

I just don’t be sharing weed

A n***a got pounds to burn that’s apparent

Just cause you up in this b***h

Don’t mean you gon’ hit this s**t

You better roll somethin’

Coughin’ like you got a cold or something

I’m tryin to O. D. Off thc

N***a f**k around gave young khalifa a pound

Smoke the whole thing up in a week

Roll a joint put a worm around that m**********are smoke it to the face

Awww s**t! N***a say he got some kk and he said he on the way

Big p told me church, get money on em every single day

So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place

We mobbin’!

Now every place that we go they say we can’t smoke

But we do it anyway because real g’s smoke when they want

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more

When they say put it out, it’s to loud, we burn up some more

Then we keep rollin’ and rollin’, and rollin’

We keep rollin’, and rollin’, and rollin’

We keep rollin’, and rollin’, and rollin’

N***a keep going

Keep the kk blowin

Snakes in the grass keep mowin’

A** so fat, look swollen

Another city, state gotta show in

Another airport gotta go in

Reason why you hate I’m knowin

N****s got to much hoein’

I keep rollin’ up

Drivin’ a brand new car like the m**********are stolen

They don’t understand what I’m doin’

Money in my hand, 28 grams when I’m rollin’

Been through newyork, london, paris and back

Wooooo

Sxsw only n****s smokin’ on pack

Rollin’ the best

Go on, get a bong, get a match

Everybody get along, get attached

Get a song, get a biatch

What they say, every dog need a cat

Pot heads need a joint to relax

G pen full of wax

10 rolled cone joints, really fast

No sticks no seeds in the bag

Got reason to brag

In the front

Y’all b’s in the back

Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag

Little b***h we mobbin’!

Now every place that we go they say we can’t smoke

But we do it anyway because real g’s smoke when they want

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some more

When they say put it out, it’s to loud, we burn up some more

Then we keep rollin’ and rollin’, and rollin’

We keep rollin’, and rollin’, and rollin’

We keep rollin’, and rollin’, and rollin’

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