| Keepin' it G and sticking to the plan
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| Of gettin' rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
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| Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
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| Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin' every gram
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| And now my cheese ain’t just American
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| Cause I get overseas money
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| Every where I go somebody scream for me
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| Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
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| How the fuck could you hate this
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| Half of these people ain’t real, niggas shape shift
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| That’s why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
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| Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
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| We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but fuck what they say
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| Cause we gon stay the same
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| Higher than hell flyer than Delta
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| Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
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| Gettin' all this bread, wanna know why
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| Could tell ya, other than that
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| Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
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| BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
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| Either way I go 100%, all gang
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| 48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
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| Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
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| But we ahead of you
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| Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
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| Urb and I’m quotin'
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| All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
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| Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
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| In the see how far back I’ve been quoted
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| And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
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| I ain’t mad though, I’m glad though
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| Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
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| Yeah bro
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| Wiz smoked out the BET awards
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| I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
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| That’s why them bitches roll that weed for us
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| They wanna roll like me
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| Cause I’m living life like its no police
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| Or I’m overseas
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| I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin' weed
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| Cause it’s the muthafuckin life when you roll with G’s
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| Boi
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| Dissin' these bitches, you entertained
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| You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
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| I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
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| I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan' hop on a train
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| At the top so now her top all off
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| Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
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| And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
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| I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
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| Fucking bitch
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| I might come a little tardy though
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| Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
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| You niggas rollin up barney bro
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| I’m all green as the safari’s go
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| You bitches already know
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| I did my best with the lyrics but my brain isn’t working today. |
| I need your
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| help to tidy up them up. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flowers , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album Amber Kush, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп