Wiz Khalifa – Would Be Muggers Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Would Be Muggers [ Lyrics ] Letra Wiz Khalifa Wiz Khalifa – Would Be Muggers [ Lyrics ]
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Why you tryna smoke like me?
When you know you can’t hide that I’m a motherfuckin’ G
I be up in the sky, you ain’t nothing like me
I be smokin’ and ridin’ down the motherfuckin’ street
I ain’t duckin’ and hidin’, letting everybody see
I’m lookin’ like the supplier, got what everybody need
Even when they tryna fight it, I’ll be therе without a key
I don’t even know why you tryna bе like me
Verse 1
Spend that once, nigga, do it again
Already made it, I’ma prove it again
Play this game, yeah, I’m playing to win
All these chicks in my bed
All this piff in my head
All this getting this bread
All these niggas upset wishing it was them instead
But it’s me
Lightin’ another joint for my enemies
‘Nother hundred million for my friends to see

Chorus
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Why you tryna smoke like me?
When you know you can’t hide that I’m a motherfuckin’ G
I be up in the sky, you ain’t nothing like me
I be smokin’ and ridin’ down the motherfuckin’ street
I ain’t duckin’ and hidin’, letting everybody see
I’m lookin’ like the supplier, got what everybody need
Even when they tryna fight it, I’ll be there without a key
I don’t even know why you tryna be like me
Verse 2
Blow it by the pound when no one around
Only when it counts, hit me ‘fore you bounce
Got a large amount
Never put it out, never coming down, never on the ground
Ever lost a gram? I’m the one that found it
You can roll a J, you can roll an ounce
You can roll the whole thing, fuck it, dog, I don’t even count
Used to be the youngest nigga in the city buying trees, now I’m looking like the boss and I run the town

Chorus
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
What we doing? Rolling up, smoking, baby
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Then we gon’ hop out, spend it all, jump back in
Why you tryna smoke like me?
When you know you can’t hide that I’m a motherfuckin’ G
I be up in the sky, you ain’t nothing like me
I be smokin’ and ridin’ down the motherfuckin’ street
I ain’t duckin’ and hidin’, letting everybody see
I’m lookin’ like the supplier, got what everybody need
Even when they tryna fight it, I’ll be there without a key
I don’t even know why you tryna be like me
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Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods – Oakland Originals Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods – Oakland Originals [ Lyrics Lyric ] Letra Wiz Khalifa Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods – Oakland Originals [ Lyrics ]

Wiz Khalifa:
Oh, oh

My name is everywhere like DeJuan Blair
If you ain’t a legend, don’t belong here
Catch me in the Panther section where they all cheer
Come out to the Oakland Zoo, I’m filling all chairs
See me, I’m spinning down Forbes Ave
I’m getting more bags
Get your phone, you better record that
It’s Shady McCoy fast
Been balling since I was young, so my jersey’s at the Pete
They should know just where I’m from
If they don’t then I’ma…

Bring ‘em to the O (O), O (O), O (O)
Bring ‘em to the O (O), O (O), O (O)
Bring ‘em to the O
Ain’t never been a fake, the O is for original
Ain’t never been a fake, the O is for original

Chevy Woods:
We used to ball and cut cleaner than Curtis Martin, uh
Just switched my jersey like Kenny Still, hit my target, uh
Push through the pain and your offensive line, I’m Aaron Donald
Giving my all to my craft, it’s like it’s no tomorrow
Captain of the team, blue and gold, that’s what I bleed
Legendary just like Larry Fitz, I’m catching everything, uh
Nothing but love, it’s hearts and threes, it’s like Damar
Breaking records, feel like Tony ‘til my helmet get a star, yeah
Welcome to the Zoo, they going crazy in the Pete
Hit the three to win the game, now it’s a party in the streets
You already know, ready, set, let’s go
Lights, camera, action, let’s put on a show

Wiz Khalifa:
Bring ‘em to the O (O), O (O), O (O)
Bring ‘em to the O (O), O (O), O (O)
Bring ‘em to the O
Ain’t never been a fake, the O is for original
Ain’t never been a fake, the O is for original
Bring ‘em to the O (O), O (O), O (O)
Bring ‘em to the O (O), O (O), O (O)
Bring ‘em to the O
Ain’t never been a fake, the O is for original
Ain’t never been a fake, the O is for original

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Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Swole Life

Wiz Khalifa – Swole Life [Official Music Video] Lyrics
Beat that motherfucker up, Quad
Ron Ron, do that shit
Uh

New chains going crazy, no shirt, bust down AP
I’m screaming, “Fuck you, pay me,” I don’t even gotta say it, they see
I got it on me and I don’t even gotta ask my homie
I got it on me, when I pull up, all the hoes want me

Bottle after bottle, she gon’ swallow that
New Bottega dress, let her model that
Give that ass a smack, get a follow back
She just wanna know where them dollars at
I just wanna know where the hoes reside
See my chain bright, it ain’t no lights
Niggas talk tough, but they won’t fight
Hear a lot of bark, but they won’t bite
I been throwing gang up my whole life
Shorty wanna ride the wave, live the ho life
Her nigga trippin’, he ain’t put it in her hole right
I beat it up, you fuck with me, you live the swole life

New chains going crazy, no shirt, bust down AP
I’m screaming, “Fuck you, pay me,” I don’t even gotta say it, they see
I got it on me and I don’t even gotta ask my homie
I got it on me, when I pull up, all the hoes want me

God damn, that’s your bitch? You let her at my concert and ain’t seen her since
You gotta put her on a leash, player, ‘cause she seen my chains and jumped the fence
I’m known to beat them hoes down, bro, when she come to my room, it get intense
All these girls got relationships, but I don’t care if her boyfriend get pissed
Steph Curry, shoot a shot, I don’t never miss
Girl, you got an ass like a gold medalist
Lot of girls in the race, keep your head in this
Porsches, ‘Raris, Rolls-Royce, get in this

New chains going crazy, no shirt, bust down AP
I’m screaming, “Fuck you, pay me,” I don’t even gotta say it, they see
I got it on me and I don’t even gotta ask my homie
I got it on me, when I pull up, all the hoes want me

Yo, what up? It’s your boy Wiz Khalifa, man
And we still doing this thing
See Ya
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Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Weak

Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Weak Lyrics
Weak Lyrics, Letra:

Intro: Project Pat, Juicy J & Logic
The main nigga on the block, where it’s hot, talking shit (Man, everybody wanna be a gangster, man)
Gon’ be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch (You know what I’m sayin’?)
What Juicy say? He like, “Shut the fuck up”
I really don’t know why, though
Maybe we can fuck when the internet
(Mafia)

Chorus: Juicy J
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (You tell ‘em)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Uh-huh)
Weak-ass bitch (Yeah), weak-ass bitch (You know it)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (What?)
Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch (Ayy)
When I say, “Wеak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (Don’t be scarеd now)

Verse 1: Juicy J
Pop it off (Pop it off)
Choppers on, it’s a war (Nigga)
Walk him down, spin the block, shoot some more (Boom)
Man down (Down), send him up, check the score (Check it)
Mama cryin’, fuck the laws, call the morgue (Call ‘em)
It’s real in my city, it’s like World War 3 (World war 3)
Young niggas been drawin’ down on MPD (They don’t give a fuck)
Ain’t got shit to lose, they got shit to prove (Shit to prove)
Get your ass whacked, you won’t even make the news (Nigga, North Memphis)
Memphis ‘bout that action like The Rock and Tom Cruise (North Memphis)
Catch you lackin’, now, you sleepin’, nigga, put your shit on snooze (North Memphis)
Only rule, it ain’t no rules, all these young niggas got bangers (North Memphis)
Now you can’t tell your partner, “Be careful,” gotta tell your nigga, “Stay dangerous”
Chorus: Juicy J & BIG30
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Yeah), weak-ass bitch (Yeah)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Uh)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (You tell ‘em)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ho), weak-ass bitch (Blrrrd)

Verse 2: BIG30
When I say, “Pop out” (Pop out), they pop out with a switch (A switch)
Hit a nigga or a bitch, come through with everything but the kit (On God)
Thirty shots come out the ceiling, we disguise in dresses and wigs
You think this car full of bitches ‘til we pop out, get to hittin’
All my killers be overkill, if you send a doctor, you blessed (Blrrrd)
Boy, your life ain’t worth two words, if I tell ‘em, get you, say less (Say less)
You might catch me in your city with four hundred shots, nothin’ less (Nothin’ less)
Give a fuck about that ‘Vette ‘til they can’t cover up your head, blrrrd, blrrrd (Blrrrd)
I’m CMO (Certified), I’m CEO, Big Choppa Gang, the leader
Smoke more dope than Wiz Khalifa (Gas, gas), I stay full of Percs and reefer (Gas, I’m high, I’m fly)
I’m sippin’ syrup, fly as the birds, scrap with a Desert Eagle (Blrrrd)
You a snitch, so I ain’t kill shit and you are not one of mine, neither (Nah)

Chorus: Juicy J, BIG30 & Wiz Khalifa
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ho, ho), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ha), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch”
Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch”
Weak-ass bitch (Uh), weak-ass bitch
Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa
Khalifa fresh up out the gym, puttin’ them numbers up
They can get mad as they want, they can’t fuck with us
I bought a Taylor Gang chain and got my niggas one
I took the little one on tour, then bought a bigger one
She got her feelings now, I can’t deal with a weak bitch
She fuck with gangsters, keep it gangster, she like G shit
I parked my Rolls-Royce, then pulled up in my old school
Ain’t pillow talkin’ ‘bout no nigga, that’s how hoes move
I copped the double R and traded in that big Mercedes
We started underground and now we fuckin’ up the majors
Diamonds in different flavors, your bitch, you could never save her
Get a massage and take a nap, and wake up countin’ paper

Outro: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch, yeah)
Yup

Fuck Apologies – JoJo Feat. Wiz Khalifa


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA

(Wiz Khalifa):::
I ain’t apologizing for shit
I do what I want, and JoJo does too, uh

(JoJo):::
Saw it in your eyes when you said goodbye
You didn’t even try, so this time I don’t care

And honestly I was just about to pick up the phone
And then I realized that I didn’t do nothing wrong
You would even tell two lies
To prove that you were right
Usually I’d go on and take the blame
But not this time, not this time

What you want from me?
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
Fuck apologies
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
I’m not perfect, I got pride
That’s not what it is this time
So fuck apologies
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
If I, if I, if I really meant it

I can’t help that you, feel the way you do
Try not to get confused cause this time I don’t care

And honestly I was just about to pick up the phone
And then I realized that I didn’t do nothing wrong
Didn’t do nothing wrong, ayy

What you want from me?
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
Fuck apologies
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
I’m not perfect, I got pride
That’s not what it is this time
So fuck apologies
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
If I, if I, if I really meant it

(Wiz Khalifa):::
Okay, uh, no apologizing
Ain’t no way to take the things you did back or disguise it
Always wonder what I’m doing but that’s TMI
Don’t know what you got until it’s gone
Now you realize it
Wasn’t playing smart now I’m being wise
Finally I’m moving on
I don’t need your lies
And it wasn’t even tough cause I could see the signs
Now you’re stuck, call an uber up
If you need a ride

(JoJo):::
What you want from me?
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
(I don’t mean it baby)
Fuck apologies
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
(I know)
I’m not perfect, I got pride
That’s not what it is this time
So fuck apologies
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
What you want from me?
(I’m not sorry)
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
Fuck apologies
(Not saying it)
I’m not perfect, I got pride
That’s not what it is this time
So fuck apologies
I would say I’m sorry if I really meant it
I would have said sorry a long time ago
If I, if I, if I really meant it

If I, if I, if I really meant it

You – Wiz Khalifa feat. Juicy J and Liam Payne


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Man
What’s up man
Its time bruh
They’ve been waiting on this collab
This goes out to the
All the chicks on Snapchat
They love that social media life and shit

All I need is you
See anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want
Anything you open
All I need is you
Anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want

You my bitch, ain’t no time for hoe who can’t
Who can’t walk in heels, who pussy smell like shit
If I told you tote that strap, you’ll pop a lick
Never keep that drama you a real real, real real
I’m standing up like I rock it
I’m ready to blow and I ain’t got to cock it
I got you wetter than ever
I’mma do it to ya begging me to stop it
You got the world in your pants
My heart in your hands
Ass softer than some jello
I’m gon’ knock your boots into stilettos
Have your singing like Adele, (Hello)
Room full of chicks ‘bout to line ‘em up
If they go both ways I’mma sign them up
Girl take off them Vickys then take off my suit
Cause all I want is you and all you need is juice

All I need is you
See anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you (Tell ‘em Liam)
Anything you want
Anything you open
All I need is you
Anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want

I bring the KK through you can grind it up
Work all day now its time to fuck
Coming up short no they not like us
Can’t talk bank they got enough
Drink Bombay ‘til I’m out of touch
Go good she gon’ fall in love
Its been a long time since she got a nut
We can take our time we ain’t got to rush
And nah she don’t need no wedding ring
This the shit that we go through everyday
I let her know she can everything
Be a coach I can teach you how to run a play
Ba a boss tell you girls that you want to stay
Take if off when I give it don’t run away
Your ex-boyfriend he a throw away
Seen him in the club hating the other day
But all I need is a big bag of weed and
You by my side, girl I know you down to ride
Big cribs got lots of those
Fast cars got lots of those
Khalifa man got lots of hoes
I ain’t really thinking about ‘em though

All I need is you
See anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want
Anything you open
All I need is you
Anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want

Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Smoke me out, smoke me out
All I need is you