Lyrics Mezmorized - Wiz Khalifa

Mezmorized

Uh, it’s Young Khalifa man. Paper Plane Gang, 501 young.\n'Ay shout out to my brother Spitta man. I just wanted to say that. Yeah.\nAnd, your bitch could see this shit from across the street nigga.\nIt’s pimpin' over here. Macaroni. Kush and Orange Juice nigga.\nWhat up Chevy, Germ I see you, Cardo on the beat. Haha.\nUh, I don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em I duck 'em\nSmoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em\nNiggas be pressed for pussy, it aint nothing\nInstead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin', why don’t you get you some\nmoney\n9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin'\nGame running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming\nI keep it one hundred, get love from the hoes, but it’s, money over bitches\nnothing above it\nLike the weed loud like my engine when I speed up\nBitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feets up\nThem suckas often imitate but they can’t be us\nSo super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh\nCut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say\nJust, continue to smoke and remain G as fuck\nPolo socks match my polo hat, she leave once it’s a known fact\nThat she aint coming back. Now Taylor Gang that.\nAnd aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes\nAnd I beat em blindly with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game\nlittle homie I’m doing big things (big things, big things)\nAnd them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so\nGet you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)\nI don’t love 'em, I don’t chase 'em, I duck 'em\nTry to get paper how the fucker don’t know shit about her\nI take you up where it’s cloudy, aint one them lames still rockin' prada\nI go to Louie and blow a couple thousand\nOne of my baddest bitches, rollin' up while I’m driving\nAnd she don’t even smoke just hit it once while she light it\nMy game tight, seal and sign it\nThem niggas just playing, aint really ballin', saying they being honest\nClaiming, that’s your wife but we can’t call it\nShe all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning\nTaking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing\nAint her first time cheefing but say she don’t do this often\nSince I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it G\nTake niggas hoes, and smoke hella trees with em\nAs for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin'\nI’m a pro to these rookies and I plan to still paper over… pussy.\nAnd aint shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes\nAnd I beat em blindly with them diamonds in my big chain, heavy in the game\nlittle homie I’m doing big things (big things, big things)\nAnd them bitches they mezmorized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so\nGet you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)\nYeah nigga, this shit just don’t sound cool.\nThis what we go to sleep to, wake up to… Kush and Orange Juice nigga.\nGot your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too. Got paper in my pocket.\nTaylor Gang who’s up? See yall niggas man.\nWe done fucked over 'em this year, it’s a wrap. Hahahaha.\nYeah. We don’t want no more sucker shit.ever.