Wiz Khalifa - T.A.P. (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Wiz Khalifa - T.A.P. (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Young niggas in this bitch
Trippy-ass niggas in this bitch
Rich icons, motherfucker
Creative motherfuckin' genius
And I don't give a shit
Straight up, I don't plan on it
Roll it up, light it up, have
a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff,
let's take a plane (Nigga)
Roll it up, light it up (Uh), have
a puff, let's take a plane
Nothin' but gin in my trippy cup,
pouring more, I can't get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff,
I break it down and it lifts me up
So much shinin', so much diamonds,
all that there come
from so much grindin'
So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in
the air, I'm somewhere flyin'
In your town, I cop me a pound,
show me one and I'll roll one
All my niggas straight drug
addicts 'cause it takes
one for you to know one
Bake some and never hold none, young
niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus,
weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally
parked by my old one
Got a couple of Rollies, dog, but
I'm usually rocking the gold one
Catching flight on them private planes,
Ferrari doors, I close 'em
Don't talk a mil', you ain't sold
one, don't talk a pound,
you ain't smoked one, bitch
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff,
let's take a plane (Yes, sir)
Smokin' and sippin' while watching
hoes strippin' (Yeah, ho)
Poppin' and rollin', I'm chiefin'
this potent (Yeah, ho)
Dope by my side with the pistol
and chopper (Yeah, ho)
Got from my bitch and she get
from her mama (Yeah, ho)
Talking like this, I be
walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I
bought a new bitch
Taylor Gang niggas the
number one chiefers
Smokin' on gas, probably louder
than speakers (Mhm)
Mix with the hash, dip in the
lean, Blue Dream, I'm a fuckin'
fiend (Fuckin' fiend)
Standin' on Fairfax gettin' smoked
out with them niggas from
Supreme (From Supreme)
Trippy sticks, bong rips, blunt
dip, I'm down to do whatever
(Whatever, bitch)
She wanna pop a molly, man, Juicy
J gon' fuckin' let her (She did)
For a stronger strain, I'm
spending bands, this ain't
no reggie (Yes, sir)
When it's 'bout this gettin' high,
ain't nothin' you can tell me
Xanax bars, beans, and syrup,
that's my trippy kit (Ho)
I'm like a pimp in the club
working your bitch (Bitch)
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff,
let's take a plane (Bitch)
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