Wiz Khalifa – Rolling Papers :: The Race (HQ)

• By Cali Shaye
• Online Head Shops
• 14 years ago
• 4

[Wiz Khalifa – Verse 1] The World turning, the weed burning Them haters talking, I keep earning Know some will say that lifes a bitch Well I’ma flirtin and f-ck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is N-ggas felxin’ hard with no bars, they got weak servants Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I aint ballin’ then what you call that Nothing but neck and back cause I never left I did everything right n-gga better yet Rolling bomb for the n-ggas thats around us Something like a contractor building from the ground up Now just Twist up this weed Realise that you are in the presence of a G Don’t f-ck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees F-ck it, you know what I mean [Chorus] I’m riding round, smoking, good music aloud Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas 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 I’m in a race, and taking the winners place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie thats what they call me It’s lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own [Wiz Khalifa – Verse 2] See me, when I’m alone, wishing they could f-ck 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 piece only …