Ambjaay, Wiz Khalifa - Blow The Pickle lyrics

Blow the whistle blow the whistle
Blow the whistle blow the
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ayy, it cost to live like this
 you heard me?

Ayy, blow the whistle
All this bitch get is a pickle
Chopper gon' erase a nigga up like a pencil
Cute face, fat ass with some dimples
Man, I'm bleedin' on these
Beats like a menstrual
Spin that ass like the fan on the ceiling
No Popeyes, bitch, I'm gettin' chicken
She wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga trippin'
Put the dick in her mouth, man
Her tooth ain't got filling aMB independent
Scream my name when I'm in it
Jumpin' out the gym, man
I feel like Blake Griffin
Bitch, I go HAM, I ain't talkin' Thanksgiving
Gettin' head like a fitted
Get the cash, then I'm dippin'

Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she'll go
Got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang
They got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang
She blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock
Like a nigga Uncle Luke bitch, I'm too hot
They gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you (Okay)
I'ma do what I do

Bitch, I'm the truth
They tell me I'm greedy, I'ma need you, you
And you they come when I'm leavin'
Only two seats in the coupe
Come fuck with Khalifa
I heard your nigga is a loser
Baby girl choose up, know about my music
Nigga talkin' shit
Don't get your baby daddy bruised up
We just had a couple shots and now
She in the mood to fuck tryna beat it up
I ain't in the mood for love
So fuck your Valentine
I'm a busy nigga, I don't have the time
It's difficult enough tryna balance mine
In the club and I'm standin' on the couch
When we go back to the crib
I'm tryna put it in your mouth

Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she'll go
Got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang
They got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang
She blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock
Like a nigga Uncle Luke bitch, I'm too hot
They gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do

Fell in love with the loot
Follow the leader, you only tough in a group
Ballin' on niggas, I'm MVP when I hoop
I'm fuckin' her good
I beat the pussy 'til it's noon
Blow the whistle, blow the pickle
Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle

Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she'll go
Got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang
They got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with her thang
She blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock
Like a nigga Uncle Luke bitch, I'm too hot
They gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) bitch