Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friendly, artist - Wiz Khalifa.
Date of issue: 04.05.2011
Song language: English
Friendly |
Yeah, Jets nigga |
The planes and the Taylor Gang, man |
Lamborghini wings and champagne |
Jets and Monsta Beatz |
Bitches, now Taylor Gang that |
Bitches, now Taylor Gang that |
Jets, holla at Wiz |
By the strength of the quality weed smell |
You can tell that I’m somewhere in the building on my Batman shit |
Niggas suspended from the ceiling |
Not really, but that’s the way the weed got me feeling |
Gondola rides in Venice |
Mami you got the vision and I see in HD |
And it couldn’t be any clearer |
You should be with Spitta |
And you know that this your chance |
Don’t blow it like birthday candles |
Good guy Spitta keep his name outta them scandals |
It’s not a secret, I prefer my girls in sneakers, never sandals |
Posing naked in only a pair of Nike Vandals |
Bottles pop, back to back |
Extra large chronic sack |
Cellphone, camera’s out |
Mama I remember that |
Anytime I look at that |
I go to wondering where you at |
So baby where you at, with it |
I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly |
And maybe we get back up in a minute |
Fast cars |
Fly clothes |
G5's flying over seashores |
Get it |
Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly |
So tell me if you is |
Or if you isn’t |
With it |
(Yeah) |
Fast cars |
Fly clothes |
G5's flying on the seashores |
Get it |
Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly |
So tell me if you is |
Or if you isn’t |
With it |
(Yeah) |
Listen, if you with it, get in |
What you sippin'? |
Hit it out of the park |
That’s if you pitchin' |
First you look at me wrong |
Like uh-uh, no he didn’t |
Then you turn into Robin on me |
You start to give-in, get it? |
By the beach, watching tennis |
Crack another bottle of Perignon |
Louis V carry-ons when you visit |
Sending all them signals in your sidekick sentence |
Then I reply, like «Be there in a minute» |
Just put me and Curren$y on your friend list |
The weed come from a village |
Truck tire, sour diesel scented, that’s real shit |
From smelling this she wanna see how the cigar taste |
We lighting reefer, bumping 808's & heartbreaks |
Skinny broad, but out them jeans she got a heart shape |
Skip the movie date and take her to the horse race |
And let you bet it all, keep the winnings |
Young entrepreneur, give you the business, dig it |
(Yeah) |
Fast cars |
Fly clothes |
G5's flying over seashores |
Get it |
Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly |
So tell me if you is |
Or if you isn’t |
With it |
(Yeah) |
Fast cars |
Fly clothes |
G5's flying over seashores |
Get it |
Baby I’m just tryna hit it on the friendly |
So tell me if you is |
Or if you isn’t |
With it |
(Yeah) |