Текст песни Juicy J ft. Wiz Khalifa - Oh Gee La Freestyle

Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Juicy J ft. Wiz Khalifa
Альбом: Gone
Длительность: 04:00
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[Wiz Khalifa Verse] look nigga i could roll up some more weed or order 22 more bottles of Don P my Presidental rolex shinin thats on g’z the clothes that i got on are designers from overseas i wound up gettin high, told the valet to hold my keys hoped out, walked in that mother fucker bought everything that i scene niggaz hating, bitches wishin they could get in position for some infiltration taylor gang mother fucker dont deal with no shape shift only real mother fuckers come up on my playlist i keep it way too real to fuck with your fake shit this the real right here, roll one up and face it [Chorus] (Wiz Khalifa) T-G-O-D (Juicy J) Gettin high, rollin weed up for everyone that know me (Wiz Khalifa) T-G-O-D (Juicy J) in the club, poppin bottles, blowin weed by the O-Z (Wiz Khalifa) T-G-O-D (Juicy J) and you know im gettin cash cause im all about that paper (Wiz Khalifa) give a fuck about a hater [Lola Monroe Verse] T-G-O-D peep the game from the floor seats here for my throne put them bitches in the nose bleeds T-G-O-D married to the money fornicating with the ballin fuck a prenup like the kobes T-G-O-D educating hoes on the what, where, hows, of embodying a boss seat Bitch i school sluts on the whats, and the whos and the guts and shoes of how the body of a porche be now its rock a bye bitches, lights out when im rockin my vicious ass to waist ratio, just had me shipped out and incase she know rent on a bashio, ewlalala is the way that we rock when we doing our thing ewlalala is that first class high that the taylors bring my circle anti square, can’t compare like an aunt i care ain’t i there, son are you hoes i burnt none of you hoes have earned , none of you hoes have learned bicuriously living through my shadows got em throwing more shade then a clouded out meadow living in a land called lala no mello mazaradi sitting on lips all yellow smoked out interior like a cigarillo now these hoes wanna hang, leave em hanging like hello hahahaha until my lifeless corpse in the depths of the earth forever stay a real bitch and only fear god, when the devil get to tempting me i only hear god and my struggles help build me so i narrowed in your eyes lauren we’ll forever love you, you’ll forever feel hearts we hip-hop uh ya
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