| Now I’m smokin' making 'em uncomfortable
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| When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')
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| Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
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| Heard the and they worried 'bout my paper trail
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| I map work while you goin' on vacation there
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| We smokin' on the shores in Jamaica
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| Versace robe, Balenciaga windbreaker
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| Come the weed, I own acres
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| You niggas fallin' off, need replacements
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| We each own our Porsche down the streets racin'
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| Gotta keep one eye out for leechers, swingin' for the bleachers
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| Bad bitch with some real features
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| Waitin' for my time I ain’t reachin'
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| Joint filled up with bam weed
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| Can’t walk a mile in my sneaks
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| I’m stoned on an island full of freaks
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| My niggas got millions on they mind, drink liquor all the time
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| Fuck bitches in they prime
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| Drive car with switches, count tons of riches
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| Always stay committed
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| Gettin' on the plane, make sure my company name bigger
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| Roll up the strain, turn on the beat and I pain’t picture
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| They understand me and see me clear as a movie is
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| Value the process, wether I lose or win
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| Jheeze, my wrist below thirty degrees
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| Weed from California, my bitch come from Belize
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| Rollin' trees, that ain’t here
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| Tryna get y’all to think the same way as the millionnaires
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| When it’s all said and done, we the niggas who never run
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| They spendin' up all the funds, gotta save for my son
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| The waittress just hit the bottle, we poppin' off everyone
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| Smokin' weed and the motto was all that we got is trust
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| So real I
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| Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
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| More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
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| Now I’m smokin' making 'em uncomfortable
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| When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')
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| Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
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| Heard the and they worried 'bout my paper trail
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| I map work while you goin' on vacation there
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| Sixteen hours flight to Brazil
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| When I get there shit is real
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| Got a lot of beautiful women
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| But they money’s what appeal to me
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| I know exactly how it feel
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| Say I’ve been here before, I know that enough
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| Games I don’t play with 'em
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| They be so mad 'cause after I fuck I don’t stay
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| Fuck around, got another one on the way
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| If she give me an attitude
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| I’m killin' stage, the crowds of fans that would laugh at you
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| I’m rollin' up, while you can’t smoke, I’ma pass a few
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| We gettin' money, the niggas with me they havin' too
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| Eatin' steak and hotels, tell us that we can’t smoke, ain’t that a bitch?
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| Come to my room and we gon' blow the whole zip
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| Security might come up but they won’t trip
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| And if they do, I’ma walk out and I’ma talk to that nigga like
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| «Hmm, it’s nice to meet you sir, I’m Young Khalifa
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| If you don’t mind, I’ma spark this weed up
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| I know you got some family members you can call that I can take a picture for,
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| yeah I’ll be glad to meet 'em
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| It ain’t my fault, you can take it or leave it
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| You smell the kush, so it’s not a secret»
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| Ain’t the one you wanna look around and you ain’t on the team with
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| I’m a boss, I be on some G shit
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| So real I
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| Said fuck the suite, get the villa (Said fuck the suite, get the villa)
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| More McQueen chilled up (More McQueen chilled up)
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| Now I’m smokin' making 'em uncomfortable
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| When we step in the buildin' (When we step in the buildin')
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| Hunnid dollars bills pounds on the flight conceal
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| Heard the and they worried 'bout my paper trail
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| I map work while you goin' on vacation there
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| The way me and my gang move around the world like we ain’t got a thing to prove
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| Why you worried about who’s who?
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| We takin' trips goin' to beaches
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| And spend the money on dinners and places we thought we’d never be
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| Experiencin' things we thought we’d never see
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| Was hated on heavily
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| Now our girls look heavenly
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| And you can tell it’s me, just by the smell
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| Our own kush to inhale, the McQeen shots to celebrate the times when we
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| couldn’t be here
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| Rollin' up another paper to elevate my mind
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| Not knowin' if the owner’s cool or not
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| I just got a show to do and a bunch of fans to meet
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| So if I’m not in my best mind state, how you expect me to do my best?
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| Thank you, I’ma continue smokin' now
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| Prayin' to make it home is an understatement
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| But I know God got my back
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| He wouldn’t give me more than I could handle
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| I just gotta step up to the play, and be a boss when the time comes
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| Who wants to chase success and run from their real responsibilities at the same
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| time?
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| That sounds like hustlin' backwards to me
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| But I’m tryna hold it down, 'til we back in the villa again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Villa , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album The Saga of Wiz Khalifa, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп