Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Dank, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Song language: English
Good Dank |
| Yeah |
| Ten steps ahead of these niggas |
| That’s why they fuck with me instead of these niggas |
| Fool |
| Kush and orange juice, nigga |
| I’m tryna use better words… |
| Bitch |
| Jerm on the boards |
| This time around we want all the money |
| You niggas short changin' and shit |
| Show somethin' |
| Champagne and E-Z widers |
| Presidential views |
| I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do |
| Joints I flick |
| Bomb raps I kicks off |
| Can’t rip this off |
| Tag on your mattress, fool |
| You’d rather be high |
| This that shit, bitch |
| Now you in the presence of the fly |
| Louis cover my eyes |
| Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans |
| Fam, these 675 |
| Rap ass niggas tellin you lies |
| Runnin' game, some things money just can’t disguise |
| That’s why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride |
| You a lame, cause I’m good wit a couple niggas who ride |
| Look fella |
| Trees yellin' |
| Just by the smell you can tell us |
| Chronic I smoke hella |
| My pockets want mozzarella |
| Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers |
| Got my paper right |
| Now we like white boy hair the way they jeal-ous |
| When we come we came to spend money |
| We think it ain’t nothin' that’s why we get to cuffin' their hoes |
| She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank |
| Then go back to my place don’t ask you already know |
| Ain’t worried 'bout another nigga |
| While I’m gettin mine homie I ain’t got the time |
| Face in the clouds I’m feelin' like time is on my side |
| But they don’t wanna see me fly |
| They don’t wanna see me fly |
| The life is all I know |
| To live this way, I chose |
| Grindin' paid its toll |
| Oh, oh |
| Now everywhere I go I fly |
| Most of my bitches use and abuse |
| These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues |
| Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes |
| When all they really need is kush and orange juice |
| Shit, that’s what I feed 'em |
| They download my songs |
| Watch my interviews and read 'em |
| Treat her like you love her |
| I fuck her once then I don’t need her |
| I’m playin' |
| I keep a couple of them skinnies |
| That I hit up anytime I’m in they city |
| Shorty, I ain’t on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin |
| Don’t pick up my line less I see its money callin' |
| Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren |
| And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans |
| Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in |
| Niggas’ll talk slick, but me I’m gettin to the paper |
| Cause they see us and act like they never hated |
| Gang, gang |
| When we come we came to spend money |
| We think it ain’t nothin' that’s why we get to cuffin their hoes |
| She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank |
| Then go back to my place don’t ask you already know |
| Ain’t worried 'bout another nigga |
| While I’m gettin mine homie I ain’t got the time |
| Face in the clouds I’m feelin' like time is on my side |
| But they don’t wanna see me fly |
| They don’t wanna see me fly |
| The life is all I know |
| To live this way, I chose |
| Grindin' paid its toll |
| Oh, oh |
| Now everywhere I go I fly |
| Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool |
| Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle |
| Add the orange juice nigga |