Текст песни Wiz Khalifa - Oh No

Prince of the City: Welcome to Pistolvania
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Wiz Khalifa
Альбом: Prince of the City: Welcome to Pistolvania
Длительность: 03:16
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Let me set it straight Cake like a heavy weight Still gotta squad of crews Moving that heavy weight I'm past most of you lames Brake fast off in the lane You just ashamed cause you playin' And im coaching the game Hat cocked to the side Wide birds flock to the guys Ride that Glock to ya side Flyin' that hospital ride I'm bout my money dummy So we can take it there All you need is 4, 5 niggas So we can make it fair Take a pair I'mma go Hard till a nigga drop Bigga chain Hundred cars Stars burstin' in the watch I Put these bars in lines I dun' scarred some minds Great plus the baby face Got the whores in line But the difference is wit yours and mine Im with a group of tens, Friend Its the march of dimes (yea) Cause im the lady lover Crazy since the 80's fucka Nasty flow Scrappy, No Hate or love us baby brother If rap was movin' packs I'm servin' pounds now Yeah, you hot in ya hood Im burnin' towns down My main purpose to surface And switch the style round The games turn to a circus Too many clowns now So move with the pump Grab your tools Split your blunts Cruise with the crews that'll bruise If they hit you up See I'm the cake'o'holic Tryna' make this paper brolic Trip or scrap listen this a rap man its Safe to call it [Hook] My weights up how I handle these beats So wake up I'm the man in these streets Cause Wiz Khalifa got that Fast to that slow flow Cash gettin' mojo Say ya rap Niggas play it back they like Oh no [Hook x2] Oh no keep an eye out for the po po Bigger raps make my figures stack like a totem pole Bigger stacks on to bigger gats on the road yo Spittin crack, sick of niggas act like you don't know Sittin' back, twistin' somethin' fat This that hydro I know, it's a rap Creepin' through the side door Wiz Khalifa murk the game Yougn' but my mind grown It's a keeper worth some change Youngin' leave ya mind blown And when the winter get cool I switch the time zones You's a beginna you fool, the dumbest I've know You steady frontin' and rhymin' Say you puttin' ya time in Claimin' that you in diamonds but they rhinestones See I'll crack a man I'ont wanna clap a man So I put the cheese on ya head Like a Packers fan A hundred niggas in all black gon' pack a van Hop out and get the shit to clappin' like in Pakistan See I'll pack a stand Say you deep but know you not Bubble music blowin' pop Pause I'm as hard as rock All you other artsits stop braggin' on the DVD Fag is what you seem to be and tragic what it means to me Laughin' when I see you be Askin' if you think it's me Relaxin' with my faction and we stackin' cheese repeatedly And chicks dig the kid Cook, clean, and ride for me Birds flock cuz I'm hot Stop you see a flying V
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