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

I woke up a California dream again,
to someone's daughter who I'll probably never meet again
You her a groupie hoe?
Ask me I say she a fan
all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when
I be on that 747 flying shit
You get all the press and try to for when I'm due to land
And get in the daytime, way about the PM
Tryin' to finish living out this so I be sleeping in
And they ask me if I'm
I ain't long as my good cause she my one and only
Critics got face up in my business gettin nosy
But I'm just out putting on for anyone who knows me
No, I in my position getting comfy
Drinking bigger and ifa and bring alisa oz
I with me some backup, in case you run up on me
He gonna play the pastor, a nigga holy

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