Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Dem Boyz Remix, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Date of issue: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Dem Boyz Remix |
| Hol up, we dem boyz |
| Hol up, we dem boyz |
| Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin’noise |
| Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz |
| Now I’ve been in this game a long time, still get money |
| Hol up, we dem boyz |
| Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin’noise |
| Paranoid as a child, blessed to be a dreamer |
| Bitch we dem boys, nigga we the Beatles |
| 1−8-7 no appeal, get it how you live |
| Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge |
| First round draft pick, hittas stay in the field |
| On that poor side of town, grinding to pay our bills |
| They hate to see you flourish, so I draw the curtains |
| I’m so high up in the sky that my I won’t get no service |
| Democracy be the dope, community in the choke |
| The warden just caught his case, he was looking forward to vote |
| Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser |
| I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I’m well invested |
| From Fig row to the airport to them Iceland hoes |
| Head to London then to Paris, double sold out shows |
| Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up, stunt more |
| And just recent nigga, my teeth is nickel, got disco-ball glow |
| Niggas throwin’shots but I dodge 'em all, you can’t touch this |
| Don’t believe if my name involved in some punk shit |
| Half a mil a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll |
| Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though |
| Hold up, hol up, hol up, this game we play, you can’t control us Hol up, hol up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up Hold up, hol up, my bitch her shape like Coca-Cola |
| Hold up, hol up, Wiz on joints, my woods be rolled up I never give a rat a pass, it’s the fattest ass that attracts me How do I define Nasty? |
| Ghastly |
| Explain Esco |
| Plain and simple — with a redbone in the Benz’o sippin’XO |
| From the Don to God’s Son, the Project Prophet, the live one |
| The father of Destiny, Knight’s pops, Will’s man |
| Jungle’s brother |
| Girl, I house you like the Jungle Brothers, understand |
| I shine before ya’ll time |
| I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes |
| When dinner time and BBS’s on tinted Saab’s was getting robbed |
| I’m 20 in, still outside, don’t ask for it That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut |
| We been 'em niggas that’s been them niggas, ask any nigga |
| Mass Appeal, history, Henny sippers, let’s get it nigga |
| Keys to my estate, put the cheese inside a safe |
| Drinkin’by the case, that be the reason why they hate |
| Fresh up outta cell to the seats of private planes |
| Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin’weed is my escape |
| Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight |
| Every city-state, I’m tryna break the piggie bank |
| Some niggas get put on, some niggas get played |
| Take another selfie, watch the lawyer beat the case |
| We Dem Boyz |