Real Estate

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[Intro]
Ugh
ya’ll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change

 

[Verse 1]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
they feelin ’em at all, these niggas a mirage
handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
cops fuck wit me hopin to get a charge
hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
if its one thing I know, its smokin and living large
got me speedin down the interstate
see what I’m eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
wait I’m talkin fast car, big estate
money come in cash plus in the bank
nigga don’t believe me, throw it in your face
bitch I’m in the building like real estate

 

[Chorus]
They say I’m still the same
you know it aint a thang
Beside the zip code aint a damn thang changed
I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
Might crack a smile but aint a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I’m straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate
find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I dont even call her (call her, call her)
feel like a million dollars

 

When they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
when they make it,
they should put my face up on a million dollar bill
dollar bill, dollar bill
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
cause thats how I feel yup
hey

 

[Verse 2]
Ballin’s not a hobby, its my occupation
hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation
couple stars with me, thats a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation
touch the pedal once, it look like I’m racing
eyes chinese, smoke like I’m jamacian,
V.I.P rollin’ doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I’m on some gang shit
gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
aint nothin, told them lil niggas I take from ’em
laughin my all the way to the bank
tried to talk but they can’t
they just stand there when they starin
hatin, mumblin,
what you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
another city, state, another mill to make

 

[Chorus]

Baca Yang Ini...
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Weed Roller (Feat. Kev Da Hustla)

Wiz Khalifa none none none It’s Young Khalifa...

Sometimes (Feat. Kelly Porter)

Wiz Khalifa none none none [Kelly Porter:] Sometimes I...

We’re Done

Wiz Khalifa none none none [Chorus] We’re done, but...

Be Easy

Wiz Khalifa none none none [Chorus: x4] Be easy...

The Race

Wiz Khalifa none none none [Verse 1] The World...

Damn It Feels Good to Be a Taylor

Wiz Khalifa none none none yeeh it’s young Khalifa...

Paperbond

Wiz Khalifa none none none [Intro:] Yup, yeah yeah Oh,...

Wake Up

Wiz Khalifa none none none Wake up, wake...

Pittsburgh Sound (All In My Blood)

Wiz Khalifa none none none [Intro:] Yea Its Wiz Khalifa...

Get Sum

Wiz Khalifa none none none They say the...

Weed Roller (Feat. Kev Da Hustla)

It’s Young Khalifa Man Taylor Gang or die (ahyeah)

 

Shes my weed roller
And when I’m with her guarantee I’m never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her

 

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
That’s good weed and she knows so she don’t fuck up my swisher she roll that thing that hit hard like a kicker [?] I hit the bed and then I get to twist her (twist her) like my swisher (swisher) and she my weed roller (roller) a 50 box she rolled ’em I was like damn (damn) she lit the first one up like you know who I am my weed roller she only good for three blunts then it’s over

 

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Shes my weed roller
And when I’m with her guarantee I’m never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her

 

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
She know I need that weed as soon I come home off the road to make it easy on me she got one already rolled a nice long swisher (swisher) and shes a good twister (twister) yeah I got one that will roll my weed for me (and she don’t smoke so that’s more weed for me No I can’t front this shawty got me impressed (yes) make a cigar look like a cigarette

 

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Shes my weed roller
And when I’m with her guarantee I’m never sober (sober) she know exactly what I need she keep them swishers (swishers) the way she rolling up that weed I gotta keep her (keep her) I gotta keep her

Sometimes (Feat. Kelly Porter)

[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don’t know if you’re tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you’re runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don’t know what to do
Cus I feel like you’re lyin to me when I’m askin you
Sometimes…

 

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I hear you talkin to me
You sick and tired of the kid man
Sometime you feel like you talkin through me
That’s when you walk up to me
Trying for attention
Ma listen
You wild’n Stop trippin
Cus a nigga work too hard too long
Always got a show or in the studio doin a new song
Them other dudes could’ntwalk with my shoes on
Still I come home hearin bout what I do wrong
Pullin stunts and
Rollin blunts
With my dudes from the hood
But to you they no good
I’m just doin what I could
And that’s givin the circumstances
You only get one shot at these certain chances
Instead of trying to find dirt
And where your manners
Try and understand when that work demanded
And no mama that’s not a punch line
I’m always there when it’s crunch time
But still you say

 

[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don’t know if you’re tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you’re runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don’t know what to do
Cus I feel like you’re lyin to me when I’m askin you
Sometimes…

 

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Now I know you hear the he say she say
Your home girls got my every move on replay
Scream’n how you know niggas
And the games that we play
But all the while I’ve been grindin for this weeks pay
Hustlin each day in order to eat right
Call me sayin she need me in order to sleep right
Not really knowin what these streets like
So you stay up until I come back
A nigga love that
Help me relax
Warm plate an the dub sack
And after that proceed the bend the back
Then I’m back to politics the usual
And sometimes I wanna talk to get through to you
But… Damn…

 

[Kelly Porter:]
Sometimes I don’t know if you’re tellin the truth
Everytime you get mad when I ask you what you do what you do
Seems that you’re runnin around
Every night late comin home when I call
And I don’t know what to do
Cus I feel like you’re lyin to me when I’m askin you
Sometimes…

We’re Done

[Chorus]
We’re done, but it’s not over.
We’ll start it again, out to the end of the day.
It keeps getting better.
Don’t be afraid, we’ll do it together.

 

Started from nothing, ended up with everything.
From the house, to the whips, taking trips to any place that you care to name.
Champagne, skydivin’
EZ wider papers, no blunts, hit it once you mile high
Runnin’ now I’m livin’ how I’m supposed to.
Laughing at you haters like I told you
I just tell the waitress keep pouring.
Get infront of the camera keep posing
Too much bank to be rolled in, that’s why I stay golden, till the cake gets swollen.
And you just can’t fold it. or it’s old and molded.
And the crust get golden.

 

[Chorus x2]

 

You stay the night cause you say my life is exciting
Wake up still drunk not going to work cause you like it
Livin’ with no regrets
Buyin’ more bottles while we got ones I ain’t even opened yet
Notice that first thought you wanna talk about your boyfriend
Now everytime he callin’ you ignoring them
Somewhere tasting trees
Cat and mouse
You chase me I’ll chase this cheese
While we’re young, one

 

[Chorus x2]

Be Easy

[Chorus: x4]
Be easy [echo]
Be easy [echo]
Or it’ll be a long day

 

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Hold on, let me light my blunt, man
This shit too easy
I’ll do it in my sleep

 

Yeah!
It’s a new game
Lame nigga forefit
I’m well ahead thoroughbred
You just horse shit
Flow out of this world
I’m in orbit
More chips
So them hoes chase me like Norbit
I’m more sick
No anidonte
High like manigoat
Flow crack & it’s dope
Only talk money, homey
I don’t understand the broke
Take something from me
Niggas come & bust yo canalope
I’m out here grindin’
Like a pair of old brakes
Hoe, ain’t nothing changed
Na, I rep tha Burg all day
Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it
And if you hear me flowin’
You should know it’s not a gimick
If the topic real shit
You should know they count me in it
Your girlfriend want me in her mouth
Like I’m her dentist
The icing on the cake
I’m like the glaze, all finished
Majianna scented
Windows up, truck tinted
You better

 

[Chorus x4]

 

Skinny nigga
And I’m tat, tat, tatted up
Run up on me
And get rat, tat, tatted up
That’s a promise, not a threat
I’ll back it up
Pockets gettin’ like the old Star Jones,
Fat as fuck
Got my swagga up
Come at me the wrong way
Like what the song say
It’ll be a long day
To pass me you can’t see
Got a long way
And even seein’ first
I’m comin’ ’round that home plate
Come out to the Burg
You’ll see that I got it poppin’
If you real, you fuck with me
I ain’t gotta an option
See my chain?
They like “how did he get all them rocks in? ”
Want me on your song?
I’m a need alot of guap then
Breeze home
And he said he going choppa shoppin’
So if you got a problem
So look to now to stop him
That pistol bangin’ shit,
I’m on it
And I don’t run the Burg, I own it
You better

 

[Chorus x4]

 

(Go ‘head & get ready to kill yourself, man)
I’m out her slangin’
Rollin’ with these hustlas
Tryna get rid of all you hatas & you bustas
Blowin’ my smoke, I get right to it
When they play this,
Everybody in this bitch get stupid
I mean, they just lose it
Wildin’ like they pissed off
Find you wrong place or wrong time
You can get lost
Lotta niggas mad
But the hoes love it
Yea, the young’n super bad
You can call me McLovin
I’m gettin’ in good
Makin’ my spread
And na, I’m never stingy with a plate I break bread
My niggas break heads
And we 25 deep
I see you tryin’ hard, nigga
But you not me
I’m fuckin’ young stars
There’s no question, I be
Hit hard & then I dance on them like I’m Ali
I’m a certified “G”
So don’t think that I’m just rappin’ to you, homey
You don’t really want something happen to you
You better

 

[Chorus x4]

The Race

[Verse 1]
The World turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some will say that life’s a bitch
Well I’ma keep flirtin and fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases
Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is
Niggas felxin’ hard with no bars, they got weak service
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
Look at my ring, if I ain’t ballin’ bitch then what you call that
Nothing but net, ain’t back cause i never left.
I did everything right nigga better yet
Rolling bomb for the niggas that’s around us
Something like a contractor building from the ground up
Now just
Twist up this weed
Realize that you are in the presence of a G
Don’t fuck up my paper meaning my cheese
Or the ones I use to roll up my trees
Fuck it, you know what I mean

 

[Chorus]
I’m riding round, smoking good, music so loud
Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas 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 that’s 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

 

[Verse 2]
See me, when I’m alone, wishing they could fuck 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 pieces only recognise the best tree’s
Treat ’em like I don’t need ’em boy, you best believe
You in her face, I let her breath

 

From debated on, to waited on
From hated on, to the nigga they put they cake up on
Cause we are, Young Movie stars
Cause we are, Young Movie stars

 

[Chorus]

 

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)

 

[Verse 3]
O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own
Bitches ain’t say shit to me but now they won’t leave me alone
Used to walk the other way
But now they all come to my home
And they calling my phone, cause my paper was looong
Nothing, they ain’t singing my song
Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along
We flying up, now you want me to take it all off
Want me to take it all off

 

Tell a bitch I’ma ball and I’ma buy a new crib for my niggas n all
Cause I remember days we’d sit and pictured it all
Nigga swear I’d leave or pictured I’d fall
Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I’m a star
Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthafucking millions
Yeah, I said it, muthafucking millions
Got my money up, I’m in the building

 

[Chorus]

Damn It Feels Good to Be a Taylor

yeeh
it’s young Khalifa man, i know i say that before every song but that’s really actually who the fuck I am so
uh uh
damn it feels good to be a Taylor
to rock camo shorts, chuck tee and smoke papers
weed comin’ in all flavors
fall up in the spot as long as the champagnes there
couple pretty hoes I don’t know their name here
smell the weed, see two fingers know my gang near
yeh you ballin’ but they ain’t cheer
i guess they tired of rootin’ for the same players
real niggas run up on me at my shows, hoes show me love, promoters give me plane fare,
i’m somewhere at the top i’m planning on stayin’ there
mouth full of kush ridin’ in my favorite pair
and this is for anyone who scene a nigga vision from the begining realize that you made it clear
laugh now fly later, damn it feels good to be a taylor

 

and that’s what it is man, taylor gang or die
damn it feels good to be a taylor
so ya’ll just catchin’ on it’s all good
you know i fucks with all my taylors
taylor gang world wide
you know i had to do something strictly for the fans
i’m workin’ on my album right now
i made kush and orange juice go through the roof
i’m smokin’ some sour kush

 

i’m smokin’ one got another one rolled,
(it’s really go sour)
seein’ tickets to every show so
they won’t sleep till we let them know
(so roll up, you know)
now they repin’ taylor gang everywhere we go
(do what we do)
i’m smokin’ one got another one rolled,
(keep it Taylor man)
seein’ tickets to every show so
(2010)
they won’t sleep till we let them know
(this years almost over so next year)
now they repin’ taylor gang everywhere we go

 

we just gonna’ be doin’ the same shit but like on a higher level
and that was a weed joke
(na-hahahahaha)
let’s go
Jerm i see you
yah you thought i was goin’ in the song without sayin’ whats up to Jerm
that nigga Taylor Gang
whaddup Bill
yeh
all my twitter follows man
straight up
everyone hit me up on youtube
all my fans that download my mixtape at datpiff.com
yeh
all the blogs that fuck withchu man

Paperbond

[Intro:]
Yup, yeah yeah
Oh, hahahaha
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin’ life
Ain’t gon’ ever run out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

 

[Verse 1:]
Uh, get the cork out the bottle
Get that money up and make your style a lil harder to follow
I’ve been hustlin’ all the time, that’s the only thing I know
Now my watch is worth 30 thousand, got Cuban links and Italian
Boy I’m gettin’ it
Ridin’ in my ride lookin’ filthy rich
Killin’ these niggas I ain’t innocent, my bad
Ain’t paid the cost, see they just watch me then copy my swag
Say I fell off that’s where you lost me
How’s that when my name is in my upholstery
I’m rollin’ up and goin’ places across seas
Hopin’ the neighbor don’t smell the shit I bake
And every day I’m on another plane
I hardly sleep, but hey I wouldn’t have it any other way

 

[Hook:]
Now here we are, now there we go
You rollin’ on to where we smoke it all today
Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I’ll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I’ll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)

 

[Verse 2:]
Uh, so much money that when I pull up
Hop out and walk in the bank teller look at me funny
Know how much I get, know I’m liable to walk up in this bitch
Like Tony with big blue bags of this shit
And tell ’em, “Count it up”
Ridin’ round in that Cali got OG kush in my body
My nigga I keep it G and that’s Gucci or that Giani
I’m gettin’ dressed for the airport to pose for the paparazzi
Mo’ money, mo’ problems, not how I see, huh
Mo’ money, mo’ Roberto Cavalli, bruh
Damn, ain’t it funny how time pass
Only nigga in first class

 

[Hook]

Wake Up

Wake up, wake up, I don’t wanna wake up, wake up.
Wake up, wake up, I don’t wanna wake up, wake up.

 

[Chorus:]
Yeah, I’m straight never switch lanes on my job every day ’cause it’s hard not to see
I came up in a big way and I hardly ever sleep well but it’s like a dream
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up from
I don’t wanna wake up from

 
Ohh, long days, but I know hard work pays
so the money getting long too
And the kush smell strong too,
that’s that good an the chick with me she the bomb too
one thing I know is go hard young, make fake niggas know this
blowing money ’cause you dyin if you don’t live
that’s how you know I was fly when I wrote this
first class tax or maybe I’m the first ’cause it’s my first class swag
used to say that I was trippin’ so a nigga bought expensive ass bags

 
[Chorus:]
Yeah, I’m straight never switch lanes on my job every day ’cause it’s hard not to see
I came up in a big way and I hardly ever sleep well but it’s like a dream
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up from
I don’t wanna wake up from

 

Go hard young, go hard they let you in the game better play your part
Go hard young, go hard and if you win the game might as well play smart
’cause I’ve seen niggas fall like paper, got money seen friends turn haters
Got money minor league turn major, got money white people turn neighbors
Meet a girl teach her how to roll papers, six months three whips so player
run my town like the mayor I run my town bitch I’m like the mayor

 

[Chorus:]
Yeah I’m straight never switch lanes on my job every day ’cause it’s hard not to see
I came up in a big way and I hardly ever sleep but it’s like a dream
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up from
I don’t wanna wake up from

 

[Hook]
I can take you up higher than you ever know
let you touch what you want hit it once and you wont let go, hell no
let you lean back inhale smoke

 

[2x Chorus:]
Yeah, I’m straight never switch lanes on my job every day ’cause it’s hard not to see
I came up in a big way and I hardly ever sleep but it’s like a dream
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up from
I don’t wanna wake up from, don’t wanna wake up from

Pittsburgh Sound (All In My Blood)

[Intro:]
Yea
Its Wiz Khalifa Man
Its That 412
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound

 

[Verse 1:]
Around These Parts
Im Known As The Youngest In Charge
My Shit Bang Out The Trunk Of Your Car
Its The Cities Known Rap Spitta
Semi Blown Clack Niggas
Skin And Bones But Really Known As That Nigga
Im Known To Chase The Bucks
Grind To Get My Paper Up
In The Studio Writin Rhymes Til The Paper Crunch
Im Not The Type That U Would Call Em A Thug
But Im A Huster Its All In My Blood
So If Its All For The Cheese Then Im In It
My Screws Kinda Loose So I Ease To The Finish
I Hop Up In The Coupe Feel The Breeze While Im In It
Blowin Smoke Up Out The Roof From The Trees That Im Spliffin
Youngin Got The Game On Lock
Im On Top Its A Shame Yall Not
You A Lame Put Ur Brain On Pot
Leave U Wet Like The Rain Yall Drop
Im Gon Rock And I Aint Gon Stop… Nigga

 

[Hook:]
Whos The Kid Spittin Flames
Changin The Game
His Name… Its Wiz Khalifa Man
From The Home Of The Brick
Where They Know For The Cake
The Place… That Steel City Damn
I Got That Pittsburgh Sound
And Imma Always Hold Pittsburgh Down
Its Wiz Khalifa Man
U Cant Tell By Now
Pittsburgh Imma Swell My Town
That Steel City Damn

 

[Verse 2:]
Roll Rubber U Dont Know Who U Dealin With
O So Inocent But Flows So Billigant
My Spit Games Like A 44 Killin Shit
Know Your Man Warm But The Young Ball Killin Shit
Realist Shit And Your Main Wife Dig Me
Game Try And Hit Me
Kick Game Like 50 Cent
Niggas Wanna Play Games I Quickly
Mob With A Squad That Will Bang Yall Wit Me
And They Want The Kid Still Hurtin
Hundred Niggas Wit Hammers
Yea Thats Wat I Call A Steal Curtain
I Handle My Time And Still Work It
Put In Work Couple Mil. Worth In
And Im From Pittsburgh Where The Green
And The Eatin Is Good
Where The Fiends Do Everything In The Hood
Everyday Is Like A War So My Soldiers Ride Fatiguesin The Hood
And We Gettin All The Green Like We Should… You Know Yea

 

[Hook]

Get Sum

They say the boy sick and they can’t diagnose my symptoms
Went and seen the doctor trynna find me a prescription
Told him since the early teen all I see the color green
He say it ain’t nothing wrong probably wasn’t listening
Listening, Out of town where any of the paper be
Grandma tell me go to church somebody need to pray for me
So I leave and go and see the preacher he said holy smoke
See I’m nothing like you my pockets got the holy ghost
From that side of town where you can get for the shorty loow
Fuck about a price tag everythings affordable
And my homie told me if you a nigga be a rich one
Why you on ya ass if you ain’t got no money get sum

 

Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it

 

If the streets no anything about me they know that I’m a ball
Different city everynight I’m a star
And I don’t need a piece I want it all
Tell em all

 

If the streets no anything about me they know that I’m a ball
Every night a different chick in my car
And I don’t need a piece I want it all
Tell em all

 

Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Get some get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it
Got no money get some you ain’t got it go and get it

 

I wake up and think of bout how to get my paper
Then roll some and stink up say hi to all you haters
No teacher can school me I’m smart but not a scholar
Shit if I was a book Id be all about a dollar
I never had a job or something that I majored
I’ve been hustling since a cub had a buzz like a pager
You straight from the path and I’m on one that’s narrow
Dacasein muchavo that mucho deniro
Fresh like a Pharaoh My clothes come from Caro
The beat kick like Bruce lee my flow some like Paro
(Like PARO?) Like Paro and ain’t afraid to spend it
That mean I’m getting money if you ain’t got yours get it

 

Got no money get some
Got no money get some
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