Archivo

Entradas Etiquetadas ‘Wiz Khalifa’

Letra De Tyga feat. Wiz Khalifa & Mally Mall – Molly

Lunes, 28 de enero de 2013 2 comentarios

Letra De Tyga feat. Wiz Khalifa & Mally Mall – Molly

{Intro}
Hi, I’m looking for molly
I’ve been searching everywhere and I can’t seem to find
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly

{Tyga}
Bands all in my dollars
I’m everywhere, it’s popping
Can’t fall in love I got options
I’m high school that’s college
King gold chain, that’s not a thang
That green yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the fuck that molly
OD, we’re OG’s
We don’t fuck with no police
I’m too fly to be low key
Them 24 letras-liricas.com inch kobes
All black that’s yours to see
She gimme pussy that’s your seed
Broke niggas stop begging me
Cause that’s the shit that I don’t need
I’m swerving I’m driving
Ain’t got time to be tired
I’m super-turned, don’t try me
Killing your mind off and fucking your body
Bitch wanna flick pose for my posse
Got too much shit to worry about gossip
I’m on a bad trip and

{Hook}
I can’t seem to find
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly

{Wiz Khalifa}
Lil bitch my section is important
My new cars imported
My bank account is enormous
We so loud it’s distorted
Got champagne and we pouring it
She popping it, and she snorting it
My iPhone recording it, if I want it I can afford it
Bitch I’m young Khalifa, filling my lungs with reefer
Somewhere in the clouds, gotta press up to see us
I gotta whip so fast that I caught a ticket speeding
And my bitch so bad that I’m never ever cheating
I might pull up in some shit that you’ve never ever seen and
If I said how much I make then you won’t even believe it
Me and TY getting gnarly when we pull up to the party
Brought a whole letras-liricas.com pound of mary and

{Hook}
I can’t seem to find
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly

{Mally Mall}
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
She had me smoking, had me smoking
Smoking letras-liricas.com on my reefer
She had me smoking, had me smoking
Smoking on my reefer

{Hook}
I can’t seem to find
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly
Molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly, molly

Lirica De Tyga feat. Wiz Khalifa & Mally Mall – Molly

Wiz Khalifa Ft Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne – Work Hard Play Hard Remix

Sábado, 25 de agosto de 2012 Sin comentarios

Letra de Wiz Khalifa Ft Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne – Work Hard Play Hard Remix
Lyrics Wiz Khalifa Ft Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne – Work Hard Play Hard Remix

[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

[Young Jeezy]
I say suckas all in my lane nigga
Yo aint got dough thats some change nigga
Murcielag’ got Georgia plates got no brains insane nigga
Matter of fact, it’s schizo, bad bitch she a thick hoe
Hit the club go sicko, no ass shots she a sick hoe
Every night it’s champagne nigga
Key to life, maintain nigga
Nothing change but the change nigga
What way to keep my chain nigga
straight cane nigga, young strappin like
Certified can’t stand beside me
I’ll make you rappers look lame
Ugh, bet a hundred racks I’ll bring a hundred straps
Move a hundred packs, 2 presidents, no ice in that
Cost a hundred stacks, ugh
I buy all the clothes, rock all my shows
Rock all the gold, fuck all the hoes, smoke all the dro, can’t ask for more

[Chorus x2]
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cause my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

[Lil Wayne]
I be killing them hoes, lock me up for murder
Make that ass shake, shake it like it’s nervous
Lil tunechi bitch, I’m high as Wiz Khalifa
I swallow that pearl, tongue like I’m having a seizure
And I work hard, go harder
No father, no problem
Send my crew at ya neck, like a t-shirt with no collar
HHoller I’m poppin, red bone you perfect
But when her period down man that bitch a brand new person
We are all gifted people, just don’t open the gift too early
She on her knees waiting for that dick like a verdict ahhhh
Work hard, play hard. My dick stay hard
But suck my skateboard!

[Chorus x2]
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cause my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

[Wiz Khalifa]
I’ll be working, I’ll be working
I’ll be going to different countries, gettin money
If it’s poppin’ I’m near it, I’ll make an appearance, they want me
If you smoke in my section its bun free
Got my shit, aint no-one front me
Do a show spend it all on Givenchy
Drive my own shit, now I’m in the front seat
Like oooh, niggas talking what I might do
Talk about the new car, I’m in the Ocean villas like blue
Smoking weed living like a star, work hard than you might too
I play hard cause my bank long, keep ya day job
Uhh, rich ? cool dude, Rockstar like U2
Camo’s on, you too, 100 million views on Youtube
Private plane we Vegas trippin’ with Marley Marl
Vegas strippin’, you going hard and you think of winning
We all can ball if you play position

[Chorus x2]
The bigger the bill
The harder you ball
Well I’m throwin’ mine
Cause my money long
The quicker you’re here
The faster you go
That’s why, where I come from, the only thing we know is

[Hook]
Work hard, play hard (x4)
Work (x8)

Wiz Khalifa Ft Game & Stat Quo – Far From Coach

Martes, 24 de julio de 2012 Sin comentarios

Letra de Wiz Khalifa Ft Game & Stat Quo – Far From Coach
Lyrics Wiz Khalifa Ft Game & Stat Quo – Far From Coach

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/ Game]
And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

[Verse 1: Game]
Smokin’ that Buddah fillin’
Blowin’ that Kudda illin’
I’m runnin’ through the millions
I’m sittin’ roofless chillin’
Koolaid in the polar bear
They flockin’ cause they know it’s there
Money game, money straight
Like Joe Key and Noah had
That’s no bullshit, game time
Make you niggas change minds
Forfeit, or consume a full clip
Nigga like me eatin’ small fish
With your bitch watchin’ Swordfish
Niggas can’t ignore this
You can’t afford this, extravagant shit
We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin’ this shit
Bag of the piff
Hot-boxin’ in the back of the six
With Jimi Hendrix on, immaculate shit
Long way from Compton
Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips
Hurricane, right back on the shit
Back on the block with a package of spliffs
From blowin’ cats, it’s the Wiz, what it is

[Hook]

And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, you niggas want kush? We got ounces
Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds
Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town
Baller shit, don’t even want a piece, man, we want all of it
Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit
Went so hard in the middle, East don’t know what to call this shit
Now I’m buyin’ up all the champagne
Drinkin’ away all of my problems, bitch
Might sound crazy
But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k
And I ain’t even stay the whole day
Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing
That Givency Men’s collection, copped the whole thing
Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring
Made it to the top with nobody knowin’
Niggas say they safe, but nobody’s showin’
Man he beats this shit, but nobody flowin’
Old Versace shit, the newest Rick Owens
If I’m rollin’ it, you know that it’s potent
With the Game and we smokin’

[Hook]
And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
Hah, it’s self-explanatory how we get it
Roll the purp in a plane ticket
Stat hop to that money, but I don’t ribbit
Post playa ball, nice in the pivot, Jays on but I fuck with Pippin
Kays on when them niggas trippin’
Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin’
Never tippin’, stay sippin’
Court side, Blake Griffin
Stay missin’, stackin’ fitted while you niggas stay bitchin’
Coka and Boca, the kush of them strokers
Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah
Four-fifty my motor, use your bitch for my chauffeur
I encoded the cobra, mark priced the Rover
T-top in the Trans, hit the gas and it’s over
Bitch please, this is how we get them hoes the doja
I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver
Plus I’m cooler than the cooler at your grandmomma’s picnic
Bitch you?
Somethin’ chill from Brazil, on the L
With Wiz and Game, my life is like Corona commercials
Family matters, Kevin Love at you Urkles
That’s them wolves, niggas
They here to reverse birth you
Murk you, lights out no curfew
Bitch ain’t stoppin’ ’till my unborn seed’s seed is rich
Or ’till Jesus sit right next to me and smoke ’till the seasons switch, my nigga

[Hook]
And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

Wiz Khalifa Ft 50 Cent – Telescope

Viernes, 22 de junio de 2012 Sin comentarios

Letra de Wiz Khalifa Ft 50 Cent – Telescope
Lyrics Wiz Khalifa Ft 50 Cent – Telescope

Intro:]
See that’s the good thing about my hair man…
All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it don’t be all greasy and oily..
Turn up..
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Your flow a diamond does it
My flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and
Came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it
Bitch all my rides accustomed
Smoking my ganja public
I’m all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley
Smile like everything funny
But this industry shady
Most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what I’m wearing
The truth is what you’re hearing
The bong is what I’m clearing
The kush is overbearing
Ferrari’s what I’m steering
I’m smoking while I’m driving
Keep looking in the mirror
Make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery killa be kills psychology
I shine just me and my nine
I screw niggas head and clock sharp and like this Columbine
Guess I’m one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face that hit your weight
That flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin’, this sabrina’s orphan
I’m like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors are victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shit found the gunner
Imperior money drawers
Outdoor nigga breaking county laws
It’s hard bottom line
Tie money for some time
Eight p while you up
Kush smoke back, cope
Push the dope, cut dope, so what
I cut throat and fuck hoes
So I ain’t gotta say it’s time to go
She already know for sure when it’s time to go
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me

Chevy Woods – Shine (Ft Wiz Khalifa & Lola Monroe)

Viernes, 15 de junio de 2012 Sin comentarios

Letra de Chevy Woods – Shine (Ft Wiz Khalifa & Lola Monroe)
Lyrics Chevy Woods – Shine (Ft Wiz Khalifa & Lola Monroe)

Relax motherfucker, real rap uh
I used to have dreams of that Q45, not the 2 door
Hating ass niggas this is way before I knew y’all
Bitch niggas …, 38 screw off
Newest park legend where a nigga learn to shoot ball
All alone, still I kept it G, they knocked my crew off
Work for you, please man, who done made you boss?
Moms play topless, she was missing hella dishes
Always wonder why the coffee pot above the kitchen
They know Biggie kept a semi with a story to tell
Hand to hand they making up the bed
It’s more than they sell
I’m just a call away my nigga
I’m a Taylor you know
We getting money if we say it’s green, know I’ma go
That’s why they hating on me, cause I did it on my own
That’s why they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shinning
That’s why they hating on me, cause that money stay on my mind
That’s wht they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shining, it’s my timing
Man I had to wake up and get it myself
Get my own connect and have my own heat on my belt
So fucking hand out, I knew to go get it myself
Now the same ones who was hating want to give me help
I just tell them I’m cool, matter fact I don’t riot
Not for you niggas who ain’t help me get where I’m at
I’m just keeping it real, let you tell if I’m fake
Cause I be running for that money, you ain’t in the race
Yeah this balling is necessary my nigga I can’t lie
You suckers be hitchhiking, labels looking for riots
Let me tell you something that’s what everything decide
I had them niggas out your door, bout this Taylor Gang or die
That’s why they hating on me, cause I did it on my own
That’s why they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shinning
That’s why they hating on me, cause that money stay on my mind
That’s wht they hating on me, cause I grind it, now I’m shining, it’s my timing.

Maroon 5 Ft Wiz Khalifa – PayPhone

Jueves, 19 de abril de 2012 Sin comentarios

Letra de Maroon 5 Ft Wiz Khalifa – PayPhone
Lyrics Maroon 5 Ft Wiz Khalifa – PayPhone

Wiz Khalifa – Cosmic Kev Freestyle

Miércoles, 8 de febrero de 2012 Sin comentarios

Letra de Wiz Khalifa – Cosmic Kev Freestyle
Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Cosmic Kev Freestyle

i’m roll it, roll it the other one
when it’s all said and done
i’ll be gather top ’cause i hustle like
the cars i’m pulling among the light
don’t even test job before i cop
just..they got or grab..in vegas
they deal the..and how we amount my watch
i’m placing above my.. don’t even got much paper
..how to get this money against the things that i know
i’m blowing that thing for the though
my..so strong i swear to god you’d think this come on
i go anywhere in the world and just making my home
stand at the house level but i ain’t making the ..
now that my money bright and s*ckers keep thinking i’m wrong
but i just put them your gas..and i’m gone
if you ain’t talking money that you can’t get a car
..the life you can’t live it all
while i drive i ain’t thinking to y’all
and i ain’t in the game and i am thinking to ball
you talk the ..see you tomorrow
i am getting you ain’t even seen you gonna never..
i’m doing ..ma i don’t shop to the store
i’m smoking trees i’m looking snoop deal double g
…plus tow december 13
yeah smoking all day i thought that ..like forever
and it’s what you people..

Wiz Khalifa – California

Lunes, 26 de diciembre de 2011 Sin comentarios

Letra de Wiz Khalifa – California
Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – California

I’mma smoke a trippy stick on this one
Hash oil

Roll a joint, roll another one
When it’s all said and done
I’ll be at the top b*tch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, been pulling em off the lot
Don’t even test drive it before I cop
Just ordered a yacht
We’re at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I’m placing my wager
No need to care about how much paper I blow
Cause I been getting this money and stay on
A couple things that I know
I’m blowing this stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it’s cologne
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I didn’t make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I’m wrong
But I’m just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I’m gone
If you ain’t talking money homie, you can’t get a call
Cause this a muthafuckin life that you can’t live at all
I’m getting high while I drive, I ain’t thinking of y’all

I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my nig*as

Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only different is that’s me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause she can get crazy in this industry
Most your friends become your enemies
That’s why I stay down with the ones that’s still with me
The nig*as who started and they down to ride till the end with me
Make sure the positive energy be flowing
All the weed keep rolling
All of us keep getting high, the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Nig*as keep hating, but baby I’mma keep ballin
Now I’m buying a steak on
On private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I’m cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
Ask my dealer how I look, that Ferrari option
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin’

I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my nig*as

Wiz Khalifa – Rich People

Miércoles, 26 de octubre de 2011 Sin comentarios

Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Rich People
Letra de Wiz Khalifa – Rich People

This joints almost out, I got another one though
Let me just toss some shit
Nigga I smoke good errday, I probably live the life that you wish you could errday
You probably think I had it good had it made but nigga im from the Burgh i was in the hood errday
But now im hoppin off of jets and these people cuttin me checks and i say people cuz im rich and rich people show me respect.

This cofermatriam, hes from collect, these diamonds I got on, they are baguettes
Or vvs, a wall of them see me used to just be that dude on the net now im all in your tv
butler asked me what i want a get bentley or lamborghini
just came home and made 200 grand and blew it all on wai ki ki
Just came home and paid 200 grand blew it all on the wiji smokin on 8 ounces to myself and aint at all feelin sleepy.

Realest nigga out, it aint hard to believe me thats why all the people that you know try they hardest to beeeeee me.

Cuz Nigga I smoke good errday, I probably live the life that you wish you could errday
You probably think I had it good got it made but nigga im from the Burgh and i roll up the L.

Welcome to my house party (x4)