Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Dojo Music lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Dojo Music lyrics]
Yo, who is you, man? For real
Matter of fact, we get busy overhere
And I don't like that shit you
Said the other day either
Na, that other shit
Talkin bout, uh, who dis and dat was
Man, if you don't get the fuck outa here
Chill realisticly, I can't even see
Ya'll niggas man
And on the real, I would much
Rather be me than you, man
OK
Big bong, money long
Got a big grip on the game
We on that business tip
Not bout which bitch fuckin which nigga
But how to get our motherfuckin safe bigger
Private yachts on the dock
With our names on them game strong
Never change cause the fame came along
IPhone full of stars
Just waitin for a nigga to call
There's no way I could take 'm all
Know exactly what I came for
The weed and the progress, don't
Feed 'm too quick
Might be too much to digest
It was a process, but we made it through the
Hate and the nonsense
Now we pull up to games smellin like pounds
Gotta listen to what niggas make up
Cause they clowns
Maybe one day they will wake up
Settle down and get their
Motherfuckin cake up yeah, yep
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we
Ain't had a thing lil Kush rolled up
All my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it
If you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant
Don Parion, late nights, she got her best on
I know that if he lower the price
That it was stepped on
Candy store, we in the hood, Js droppin
High school dropped 30 a game
Like it was nothin
And still a nigga ballen, cut
My old hoes off
Now I got new bitches callin
Set the canvis up
You see the picture that I'm drawen
And if it's for the gang
You know for sure they count me all in
Had it earli in the mornin
Duck 'm when it's scorchin
Stash it in the hamper, 30
000 in the laundry you just want a trick
She come to me because you corney
And when she out with me, it's lit
It's never boring know some niggas bout me
Leave you twisted if you try to harm me
They goin find you in the morning
Never need to send an army, just one shooter
Word to Chauncy
Fill ups, as they say, fill ups
Super mean, Maybelline, couldn't make this up
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we
Ain't had a thing lil Kush rolled up
All my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it
If you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant
Matter of fact, we get busy overhere
And I don't like that shit you
Said the other day either
Na, that other shit
Talkin bout, uh, who dis and dat was
Man, if you don't get the fuck outa here
Chill realisticly, I can't even see
Ya'll niggas man
And on the real, I would much
Rather be me than you, man
OK
Big bong, money long
Got a big grip on the game
We on that business tip
Not bout which bitch fuckin which nigga
But how to get our motherfuckin safe bigger
Private yachts on the dock
With our names on them game strong
Never change cause the fame came along
IPhone full of stars
Just waitin for a nigga to call
There's no way I could take 'm all
Know exactly what I came for
The weed and the progress, don't
Feed 'm too quick
Might be too much to digest
It was a process, but we made it through the
Hate and the nonsense
Now we pull up to games smellin like pounds
Gotta listen to what niggas make up
Cause they clowns
Maybe one day they will wake up
Settle down and get their
Motherfuckin cake up yeah, yep
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we
Ain't had a thing lil Kush rolled up
All my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it
If you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant
Don Parion, late nights, she got her best on
I know that if he lower the price
That it was stepped on
Candy store, we in the hood, Js droppin
High school dropped 30 a game
Like it was nothin
And still a nigga ballen, cut
My old hoes off
Now I got new bitches callin
Set the canvis up
You see the picture that I'm drawen
And if it's for the gang
You know for sure they count me all in
Had it earli in the mornin
Duck 'm when it's scorchin
Stash it in the hamper, 30
000 in the laundry you just want a trick
She come to me because you corney
And when she out with me, it's lit
It's never boring know some niggas bout me
Leave you twisted if you try to harm me
They goin find you in the morning
Never need to send an army, just one shooter
Word to Chauncy
Fill ups, as they say, fill ups
Super mean, Maybelline, couldn't make this up
Smell the weed from a distance
All cars get lifted money, bars and business
Drinkin Champagne with some bitches
Toastin to them days when we
Ain't had a thing lil Kush rolled up
All my niggas on the plane
You wouldn't be into it
If you ain't see us do it
Js full of weed, 13s on fluant