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WIZ KHALIFA lyrics : "Dispensary"

Ft. Chevy Woods & Berner

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

Beg your pardon but let me smoke
And my squad they be gettin' that dough
Gettin paid and we smoke

Taking them planes everywhere we go
Don't gotta ask cus you already know
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]

Heard you ^!$$%s was ballin'
We ain't nothing alike
Dug some crack in my palm, on them cold nights

Now it's just champagne, on cold ice
And expensive cars and all the women that we like
You never had conversations with bad (*##$es

Who don't need you
Give them the up all night and they gon' feed you
You be living fast, but the pays right

You ain't ready you short still gettin' stage fright
Bout a dollar, twistin' that !@!@&&
The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala

Got ^!$$%s actin' like (*##$es, (*##$es realer than ^!$$%s
#~!!@ that %#@! ain't knew I been hustlin' with killers
Seen so much when that trunk pop

See them red and blue lights and we don't stop
Damn, that's just what a ^!$$% been through
What the $#&@ you want me to do? Real %#@!

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Hoppin' out that mo$#&@in'

Gettin' out that mo$#&@in'
I got so much mo$#&@in'
That I don't even mo$#&@in'

Why you ^!$$%s even mad at me
I'll gladly teach you ^!$$%s how to rap
You probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you $$# backwards

And that's when something bad happens
You be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad average
You ^!$$%s lookin' like mad rappers

Pull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murda
Illest that you've heard of
Doin' shows with my shirt off

Problems with any of my dogs then they squared off
Heard of, feelings cus of the dollars I've been getting
Smoking joints with your women

And we all chillin', Taylor Gang
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Berner]

20 grand in each ear
Space Jam 11 got three pair
Weed so strong I don't need clear

My cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three years
The world keeps turning, and my girls keep working
Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting

Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick
The rims on the whip all chrome clipse
I'm fly really, I don't try

Red eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guy
Big dog stacker, punk (*##$ slap a (*##$ trappin'
And I ain't never gonna switch up

I brought my new (*##$ with me to the pickup
And if they hit us they gon' leave blood with us
Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker

Pardon me for smoking
[Hook]

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