Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reefer Party, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Album song Amber Kush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
Reefer Party |
| Thousand pounds of weed |
| Ridin' in my car so fast I won’t turn down the speed |
| Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees |
| And suck me like a king |
| Rosé in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring |
| Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick |
| I might let her hold something |
| You niggas smoking sevens I’mma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh |
| Same ones that hate, same ones that tag along |
| No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phone |
| Call me world wide Wiz cause I’m never home |
| Ever leave me round your bitch I’mma get her stoned |
| And you know that I rock camos and brought fros back |
| And go download some of my old track |
| And go play somewhere there’s hoes at |
| Fucking high, and you down there where them lows at |
| Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked |
| Go head hand me a joint, you can’t roll that |
| I got a whole lot of OGs, and |
| I’m rolling up for anyone in here that knows me |
| Everybody smoking, yea it’s a party, oh, its a party |
| Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts |
| Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up |
| Yea it’s a party, oh, it’s a party |
| Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on tour |
| Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor |
| Every state we score, fill those papers they be raw |
| Look like a piece of chalk in my hand |
| But I ain’t writing on the chalkboard |
| And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I’m cool |
| Them niggas smoking garbage, I’m no fool |
| We give 5 j’s out half zips? |
| Nigga thats really smoking |
| Ain’t enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking |
| Niggas claim that they be high, they be hella low |
| When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke |
| I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself |
| Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help |
| 28 ain’t enough you need more |
| All this weed over here, thats 1 weed jar |
| When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part |
| Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart |
| I got a whole lot of OGs, and |
| I’m rolling up for anyone in here that knows me |
| Everybody smoking, yea it’s a party, oh, its a party |
| Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts |
| Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up |
| Yea it’s a party, oh, it’s a party |
| What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week |
| Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B |
| Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I’m smoking weed |
| Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ |
| I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze |
| Ya’ll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed |
| Average shit, it was us just smoking out in NY |
| Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys |
| Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot |
| Planes Continental, flights nonstop |
| You get some zips, well get some P’s |
| Smoke your spliffs around your bitch, tell me how does she breath |
| Perfect planes, we call them G6′s |
| And its just me chilling, me and three bitches |
| Rolling up its cool, come take this bong rip |
| Pack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip |