作词 : Wiz Khalifa 作曲 : Wiz Khalifa *****, yeah, fresh up off the plane Real *****s embrace my music and *****es go insane Even they kids throwin' up the gang They don't bother pronouncin' my name They just look at my chain Boy how much you spent on it? This ain't nothin' but hard work and what you can get from it Ain't no toilet paper but this smell like the *******t don't it? Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin 'til we get sick stomached And them suckas ain't gotta like it 'cause ya ***** love it Ima roll it She gon' light it Tell me she in desperate need of a pilot I told her kick her feet up We gon' go to my crib soon as I roll this ***** up Call some friends of yours and we could all have a smoke out! You ain't gotta hold it too long This is rapper ***** Couple hits is all you gon' need In my Versace frames, I'm blazed! Somewhere on the island Smokin' some ray, middle of the day, drunk dialin' Be surprised by how high a ***** get I'm a different kind of fly, we ain't on the same *******t *****! [Chorus] I won't land won't land, won't land [x5] [Verse 2] No need to apologize You should know how fly *****s do Only EZ-Widers Been done with them cigarillos fool I been on the road choppin' and killin' them interviews Heard I left a major deal but my paper major still And all of them fans in love with me 'cause I say what's real So I can never give a *****! how a hater feel But uh, every time they send a driver for me and Will I call her doin' my talkin' on the field At first *****s was tough, they don't wanna be gangstas now Faces of my flow, yeah they copy and paste my style Wouldn't think I notice it While in my hotel, smokin wit yo ***** Fool! Haha And this is it, what! Relax your feet, put on some music Roll a zip up And we gon' smoke it 'til it's gone Ever see me cough? Can't speak for suckas who do Because I'm G'd up! What! Haha! Ah! [Chorus]
作词 : Wiz Khalifa 作曲 : Wiz Khalifa *****, yeah, fresh up off the plane Real *****s embrace my music and *****es go insane Even they kids throwin' up the gang They don't bother pronouncin' my name They just look at my chain Boy how much you spent on it? This ain't nothin' but hard work and what you can get from it Ain't no toilet paper but this smell like the *******t don't it? Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin 'til we get sick stomached And them suckas ain't gotta like it 'cause ya ***** love it Ima roll it She gon' light it Tell me she in desperate need of a pilot I told her kick her feet up We gon' go to my crib soon as I roll this ***** up Call some friends of yours and we could all have a smoke out! You ain't gotta hold it too long This is rapper ***** Couple hits is all you gon' need In my Versace frames, I'm blazed! Somewhere on the island Smokin' some ray, middle of the day, drunk dialin' Be surprised by how high a ***** get I'm a different kind of fly, we ain't on the same *******t *****! [Chorus] I won't land won't land, won't land [x5] [Verse 2] No need to apologize You should know how fly *****s do Only EZ-Widers Been done with them cigarillos fool I been on the road choppin' and killin' them interviews Heard I left a major deal but my paper major still And all of them fans in love with me 'cause I say what's real So I can never give a *****! how a hater feel But uh, every time they send a driver for me and Will I call her doin' my talkin' on the field At first *****s was tough, they don't wanna be gangstas now Faces of my flow, yeah they copy and paste my style Wouldn't think I notice it While in my hotel, smokin wit yo ***** Fool! Haha And this is it, what! Relax your feet, put on some music Roll a zip up And we gon' smoke it 'til it's gone Ever see me cough? Can't speak for suckas who do Because I'm G'd up! What! Haha! Ah! [Chorus]
