Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y, Juicy J - Bob Marley lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y, Juicy J - Bob Marley lyrics]
Yessir d & DMG
We Tripping man (yeah ooh ooh)
DIV is where you find me at
Higher than the seats on my private jet
Four door Lambo I’m buying that
I’m mad cuz them bitches
Ain’t designed it yet
I’m smoking on loud tell
Them bitches be quiet
If a nigga keep hating
He gonna make me start a riot
Could’ve bought a house but I
Spent it on a ride and if I get any higher
I’m a really start flying
Tell me what you know about
That Taylor Gang shit
We be popping champagne just to
Pour it on our bitches
Leave the club with a girl
I ain’t never gonna forget
She slob on my knob but she don’t spit
Get trippy as I roll out with
My niggas out in Dallas look at Juicy J
He balling like the Mavericks
Me and all my niggas
And a bunch of automatics
If a nigga roll up on me
I’m a let a nigga have it
Come on and stir it up
I would say little darling
Let’s stir it up, come on baby
(we tripping man)
Come on and stir it up, yeah little darling
Stir it up, woah
Jet Life, Jet Life turbo charged bars
Slide cars on tracks falling off gang stars
In these rap wars
Ain’t nothing band aids won’t cover
Touring with seven deep coverage
Live bands two buses my own cash no budget
No major label fundings Jets baby
We went from crawling to walking to
Running you can’t say nothing
You undergag order
Hopping out of Audis hurting y’all with kicks
I’m the Transporter, think about
It never mind, you ain’t gotta
I’m already on some whole other
Word to your motherfucking self
Nobody else gonna do it for you
Nobody else every night
Then someone will offer you help
But they ain’t doing nothing
Till they really see you
Trying to do something, i ain’t bluffing
Kush puffing, on you jive turkeys
Stuffing stocking with these gifts
Come on and stir it up
I would say little darling
Let’s stir it up, come on baby
Come on and stir it up
Uh yeah little darling stir it up, woah
Taylor, uh top floor, 454 fully restored
Nice wheels red bottoms galore
Being honest they don’t make
‘em like you anymore
We the hottest in my, keep me the calmest
We’ll be dancing with the stars and
Throwing peace signs at the comets
We’ll be posing for the cameras when
They bring us on the carpet
Eating breakfast in the morning while
We reading all the comments, like
Ooh girl, oh man y’all see her
Got me like I’m a spend
My whole life with you
And make the perfect wife out you
And now them other
Come on and stir it up
I would say little darling
Let’s stir it up, come on baby
Come on and stir it up, yeah little darling
Stir it up, woah, ohh ohh we Trippy Man
We Tripping man (yeah ooh ooh)
DIV is where you find me at
Higher than the seats on my private jet
Four door Lambo I’m buying that
I’m mad cuz them bitches
Ain’t designed it yet
I’m smoking on loud tell
Them bitches be quiet
If a nigga keep hating
He gonna make me start a riot
Could’ve bought a house but I
Spent it on a ride and if I get any higher
I’m a really start flying
Tell me what you know about
That Taylor Gang shit
We be popping champagne just to
Pour it on our bitches
Leave the club with a girl
I ain’t never gonna forget
She slob on my knob but she don’t spit
Get trippy as I roll out with
My niggas out in Dallas look at Juicy J
He balling like the Mavericks
Me and all my niggas
And a bunch of automatics
If a nigga roll up on me
I’m a let a nigga have it
Come on and stir it up
I would say little darling
Let’s stir it up, come on baby
(we tripping man)
Come on and stir it up, yeah little darling
Stir it up, woah
Jet Life, Jet Life turbo charged bars
Slide cars on tracks falling off gang stars
In these rap wars
Ain’t nothing band aids won’t cover
Touring with seven deep coverage
Live bands two buses my own cash no budget
No major label fundings Jets baby
We went from crawling to walking to
Running you can’t say nothing
You undergag order
Hopping out of Audis hurting y’all with kicks
I’m the Transporter, think about
It never mind, you ain’t gotta
I’m already on some whole other
Word to your motherfucking self
Nobody else gonna do it for you
Nobody else every night
Then someone will offer you help
But they ain’t doing nothing
Till they really see you
Trying to do something, i ain’t bluffing
Kush puffing, on you jive turkeys
Stuffing stocking with these gifts
Come on and stir it up
I would say little darling
Let’s stir it up, come on baby
Come on and stir it up
Uh yeah little darling stir it up, woah
Taylor, uh top floor, 454 fully restored
Nice wheels red bottoms galore
Being honest they don’t make
‘em like you anymore
We the hottest in my, keep me the calmest
We’ll be dancing with the stars and
Throwing peace signs at the comets
We’ll be posing for the cameras when
They bring us on the carpet
Eating breakfast in the morning while
We reading all the comments, like
Ooh girl, oh man y’all see her
Got me like I’m a spend
My whole life with you
And make the perfect wife out you
And now them other
Come on and stir it up
I would say little darling
Let’s stir it up, come on baby
Come on and stir it up, yeah little darling
Stir it up, woah, ohh ohh we Trippy Man