Wiz Khalifa - Reefer Party Lyrics
[Wiz Khalifa]Thousand pounds of weedRiding in my car so fast I wont turn down the speedThem hoes don't use they feet no more, they break down to their kneesAnd suck me like a kingRose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ringUh, roll some, that's your ***** on my dick, I might let her hold somethingYou niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, ohSame ones that hate, same ones that tag alongNo Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my phoneCall me world wide Wiz cause I'm never homeEver leave me round your ***** I'mma get her stonedAnd you know that, I rock camos and throwbacksAnd go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at*****ing high, and you down there where them lows atGettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that[Chorus]I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows meEverybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a partyEverybody smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts*****es rolling weed and my niggas *****ed upyeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party[Chevy Woods]Quarter pound of that sour, that's four days on tourSleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floorEvery state we score, fill those papers they be rawLook like a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't writing on the chalkboardAnd I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm coolThem niggas smoking garbage, I'm no foolWe give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's really smokingAin't enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you jokingNiggas claim that they be high, they be hella lowWhen they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smokeI could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myselfYellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some help28 ain't enough you need moreAll this weed over here, that's 1 weed jarWhen them planes get the flying, niggas wanna partSmoking crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart[Chorus][Neako]What I smoke in one day, these niggas don't smoke in one weekRiding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun BGotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weedDoing speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZI make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breezeYa'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weedAverage shit, it was us just smoking out in NYSwear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten guysNine smoke, meaning someone left without his mind potPlanes Continental, flights nonstopYou get some zips, well get some P'sSmoke your spliffs and ragged ***** tell me how does she breathPerfect planes, we call them G6′sAnd its just me chilling, me and three *****esRolling up its cool, come take this bong ripPack this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip[Chorus]
