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This boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a my shit, yeah, bitch
I hope ya'll is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get to it

I woke up a California dream again,
Next to daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You call her a groupie
Ask me I say she a fan
Spending all her hours thinking bout she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 frequent shit
You get all the and try to check for when I'm due to land
And get home in the daytime, way the PM
Tryin' to finish living out dream so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm
I ain't as my money good cause she my one and only
Critics got they face up in my business gettin
But I'm just out here putting on for who knows me
No, I in my position getting comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa chief and bring oz
I stay with me some backup, in you run up on me
He gonna the pastor, make a nigga holy

They me the 501 Don
Mr. know he got a pear of on
My marijuana strong and these ain't shit but probably calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up
Made it to my crib we was both drunk,
Now you on some lame shit, claiming my main bitch
Do us both a fav, don't text, don't call me,
I was made to ball it's like Spaulding
They say I'm the and they call Wiz, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a geoge grill,
And Chevy caught like Jalil
I'll is I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll fed
in the wall all through the vent
Still got to blow