Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Williams / Where Is the Love , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mr. Williams / Where Is the Love |
| Don’t fear |
| Just love me until the moonlight |
| Shine on your body |
| So bright, yeah |
| Your beauty’s blinding |
| But baby, tonight I hope |
| My sight’s alright |
| In the night, I’m in my zone |
| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin', babe |
| I’m fresh off the dank, got more to bake |
| Never running out, same goes for the bank |
| Gas in the tank, top rank |
| About the cake, we don’t use brakes |
| Too blazed, pilots say we can’t get on the plane |
| No debate, pounds are putting on, I’m making weight |
| Money safe, put it in there for a rainy day |
| Niggas hate, don’t fuck with them anyway |
| I hustle too many ways to get comfortable |
| You know how I’m coming |
| Call your girl, let’s get into something |
| Money discussions, take my time, I ain’t rushing |
| Want someone you could trust in |
| Me, I’ma fuck, and get up in the dusk |
| Got work tomorrow that’s two of us |
| I feel like I can’t lose |
| KK joints 'till I can’t move |
| She happy I came through |
| Giving rolling lessons to a crew |
| Smoke like I do |
| No lie, we the truth |
| So high, leave the room, gang |
| Don’t fear |
| Just love me until the moonlight |
| Shine on your body |
| So bright, yeah |
| Your beauty’s blinding |
| But baby, turn around |
| My sight’s alright |
| In the night, I’m in my zone |
| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin', babe |
| Big money ended up count me out |
| Burying safes with undisclosed amounts |
| They all over the place |
| Plus I fuck with the banks |
| I got a couple accounts |
| She got a million dollar mouth |
| She was born with it |
| She went to Dr. Miami for the rest of the shit |
| Stacked out, renegade on the Vegas strip |
| But she pay me for the game that I gave the bitch |
| A level headed gentleman with a crazy wrist |
| Boss player, thirty points plus twenty assists |
| I’m not selfish 'cause I throw all my niggas in the mix |
| Don’t cuff none |
| Introduce my homie to the bitch if she want some |
| Chick will come through, get done, spend money, bang bitches but I don’t love |
| one |
| Hustle 'till the cars come Ferrari, drive out run |
| Pull up, hop out |
| Car stunts I’ve done |
| Don’t fear |
| Just love me until the moonlight |
| Shine on your body |
| So bright, yeah |
| Your beauty’s blinding |
| But baby, turn around |
| My sight’s alright |
| In the night, I’m in my zone |
| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin', babe |
| Tapping fools out, Bruce in his first bout |
| I ain’t searching for clout, bringing cars out |
| Large amounts of money, guard the vaults 'cause we stars |
| Chase paper, smoke strong |
| All my bitches get along, well informed |
| What’s your nigga doing |
| Cut your phone off, hit you in the morn' |
| Said he borin', ain’t important |
| True color showing |
| My whip look comfortable, don’t it |
| Keep them papers rolling, don’t see my opponents |
| Stay focused |
| Don’t fear |
| Just love me until the moonlight |
| Shine on your body |
| So bright, yeah |
| Your beauty’s blinding |
| But baby, turn around |
| My sight’s alright |
| In the night, I’m in my zone |
| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin' |
| Let’s get to lovin', babe |
| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah |
| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah |
| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah |
| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah |
| Diamond rings, Diamond chains |
| Diamonds on everything |
| Spend some quarters, dropping chains |
| Hop on to a private plane |
| Pay the cost to be the boss |
| Now I need some time to floss |
| I hear 'em, don’t believe them tho |
| Paper, I just get and go |
| Making conversation, problems facing |
| Not them niggas round the way |
| I keep a nice long jay |
| It’s no police so I’ma blaze it |
| I’m taking niggas out the waste |
| Always rolling up, my killing |
| Try to get another million in my safe |
| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em |
| But I just don’t see them, where’s the love |
| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there |
| When you need me, hit me up |
| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em |
| But I just don’t see her, where’s the love |
| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there |
| When you need me, hit me up |
| Couple bangs, popping |
| Got a couple chain options |
| Look like rain drops in every ring that I’m rocking |
| Niggas want me falling off but nigga we ain’t stopping |
| Always hit the mark, 'cause I know how to stay in pocket |
| Now they stare, mind is clear |
| I seen yours, mine is rare |
| Money long, not a care |
| Blowing strong, down to share |
| When I’m home, I’m the mayor |
| Rims gold, like a player |
| Really cold rocking carats |
| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em |
| But I just don’t see them, where’s the love |
| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there |
| When you need me, hit me up |
| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em |
| But I just don’t see her, where’s the love |
| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there |
| When you need me, hit me up |