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Текст песни Wiz Khalifa - Bout That слова

21 октября 2012 г. Просмотров: 1744 RSS
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Success, that’s what it feel like

Money, that’s what it look like

You can’t imagine this shit

You confined to this

You’re not built like this

Wiz Khalifa (yea)

DJ Holiday (yea)

(Yea yea yea yea) Yea

It’s that Taylor Gang shit

It’s that commission shit

(Yea yea yea yea yea)

Ye ain’t bout that life nigga

I’m all about the money

Yea uh


Standin’ on the couches blowin’ on some ounces

Shit from out the country can’t even pronounce it

Another 100k I got that all from tourin’

Throw it in the air just to let em know im ballin’

Get the hotel treat it like its residential

Classic with no diamonds in my presidential

Take a look at me and you can tell I’m paid

Makin all these faces no Stevie J

Smokin weed, my hoodie and my leather on

I got a mill just need some shit to bet it on

I got some tree to smoke so they gone let us burn

The waitress bringin bottles I’m just yellin church

Standin’ on the couches blowin’ on some grass

These niggas talkin’ shit but hate will never last

Look at my section vip we showin class

Kush in every joint Pierre Jouet in every glass


You know I’m about that shit

Niggas hatin every day that’s why they doubt that shit

If we smokin need a ounce of that shit

And I never ever leave the crib without that shit


You know I’m about that shit

Niggas hatin every day thats why they doubt that shit

If we smokin need a ounce of that shit

And I never ever leave the crib without that shit


You know I’m about that

Ain’t never worried bout fallin off cuz I’mma bounce back

Uh, where yo ounce at?

You talkin bout yo fuckin car but where house at?

Yea, im gettin cheese thoe

Walk up in the club they treat me like I’m nino

Uh, sippin moet

Got a couple cars that I ain’t even drove yet

Yea, where’s the champaign?

Told my jeweler put some diamonds in my damn ring

Club lookin dry make it rain for em

Face another drink call that a brainstorm

Tatted from my feet up, vip we meet up

Gotta pour some liquor, gotta roll some weed up

Then feel are face we get are plates and eat up

Keep bringin ace this ain’t a race but if it was we’d be first place


You know I’m about that shit

Niggas hatin every day that’s why they doubt that shit

If we smokin need a ounce of that shit

And I never ever leave the crib without that shit


You know I’m about that shit

Niggas hatin every day that’s why they doubt that shit

If we smokin need a ounce of that shit

And I never ever leave the crib without that shit


Yea, make sure you get your tickets

To the 2050 tour

Come get your lungs right

Leave that booth weed at the crib

Real shit, it’s the hardest rap tour since Jay Z and them niggas was on the road

In the hard not life and shit like that

Shout out to all the fans man

Everybody know all the murks

Making sure they front row at the show, I’ll see yall

Make sure you pick up ONIFC too man

December 4th, we ain’t gon let yall down

Got exactly what you been waiting for

Smoking the biggest cookie joint I ever had in my life

But that’s for me and you to know

It’s Cabin Fever 2

Taylor Gang or die

Shout out to them Taylors man, them real Taylors

Some are foreign


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