Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa - Glidin' lyrics

[Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa - Glidin' lyrics]

Oh, you're 'bout to catch a flow
It'll be so lovely, so lovely
Think I should tell you tell you how it goes
You chilling with the Sok sok or that purple

One hit, take me away
To another time, another space, another day
One more hit, blow me away
I could find another place
So you can find another way

Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real
All the pretty girls stepping on the scene
Who can dress their ass off
And their walk is mean
All they wanna do is get up on the floor
But the real cool people don't dance anymore

They just glidin', we glidin' (Glide)
They glidin', they glidin'
Just glidin', they glidin'
They glidin', they glidin' they

She's phased, he's in a daze
Thirsty girls look around
While the others frown, not doin' anything
So, get your kicks in whatever way
Then let me tell you to your face
'Cause it's a shame to let it go to waste

Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time, I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real
All the pretty girls stepping on the scene
Who can dress their ass off
And their walk is mean
All they wanna do is get up on the floor
But the really cool people
Don't dance anymore

They just glidin', we glidin' (Glide)
They glidin', they glidin'
Just glidin', they glidin'
They glidin', they glidin' they

Sometimes people think that
They can fool the world into believing
That they are original
But they are only fools
So I, find a place in my mind
Where nobody else can go
Drifting, floating, gliding so meet me there

Now a nigga glidin'
Do it from the front, back to the side and
I gotta roll one up 'fore a nigga drivin'
Blow a couple hunnid
You might think it's stuntin'
But to me it's really nothin', oh
Who you came with? (With)
Who the ones spendin' money
Like it ain't shit? (Shit)
Me, and I'm poppin' champagne
Hella niggas in here rollin' with
Me throwin' up the gang (Up the gang)
Um you ain't gotta ask, already know
You don't need a grinder
'cause they already rolled
And everything I blow is potent in the air
'Cause me and Breezy got 'em floating (Haha)
What you smoking? (Smoking)

Glidin', we glidin' (Ha ha ha)
They glidin', they glidin' (Oh, we glidin')
Glidin', they glidin'
They glidin', they glidin'
(So we're glidin', baby)
They glidin', they glidin' (Glidin')
They glidin', they glidin'
(yeah, we're glidin')
Glidin', they glidin' (Say we're glidin')
Glidin', they glidin' (Oh yeah, we glidin')

Candy, Apple, Holly chiefin' like a Molly
It'll be so lovely, so lovely
We came to party
Girl, you're getting naughty
Bu, your friends too ugly to fuck with me
Let me reframe 'cause these paper planes
Got my brain, stained, I'm trippin', mayne
(Trippin', mayne) me and my gang
In here super fucked up off the same thing
I need my shades (I need my shades)
(I need my shades, I need my shades)

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