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Wiz Khalifa - The Race
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Yeah, it's nothing knew, cos this is exactly what i do uhh, whatup E hahaha, the good weeds lit on this one, yeh, riding by myself, uhh, yeah uh [Verse 1] The World turning, the weed burning Them haters talking, I keep earning Know some will say life's a bitch Well I'ma keep flirtin and fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is Niggas flexin' hard with no bars, they got weak servants Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin' then what you call that Nothing but net, ain't back cause i never left. I did everything right nigga better yet Rolling bomb for the niggas that's around us Something like a contractor building from the ground up Now just (oooooooh) Twist up this weed Realize that you are in the presence of a G Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees Fuck it, you know what I mean [Chorus] I'm riding round, smoking my music so loud Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they don't on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own (oooooh oooh, ooooh ooooh) I'm in a race, and taking the winners place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, aint no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own [Verse 2] See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's My dime pieces only recognise the best tree's Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breath (oooooh oooh, ooooh ooooh) From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the nigga they put cake up on Cause we aaaaaare, Young Movie stars Cause we aaaaaare, Young Movie stars [Chorus] (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oo-oooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oo-oooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oo-oooh) [Verse 3] O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own Bitches ain't say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone Used to walk the other way But now they all come to my home And they calling my phone, cause my paper was looong Nothing, they ain't singing my song Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along We flying up, now you want me to take it all off Want me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my niggas n all Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture it all Nigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star Cause we aaaaare, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthafucking millions Yeah, I said it, muthafucking millions Got my money up, I'm in the building [Chorus]
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