Wiz Khalifa, Ytiet - Number Song lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Ytiet - Number Song lyrics]
(yeah, hey yeah) Usually I make a weed song
(yeah, hey yeah) So it goes on weed song
(yeah, hey yeah) Usually I make a weed song
(yeah, hey yeah) So it goes on weed song
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm smokin' all day
Ain't no weed left in my tray
I know that my eyes glazed
I grow so I don't pay
Pick up the pace, up the smoke to the face
And you know it's the bomb
You can tell by the taste
I hold them records
My niggas keep blowin' that
Smoke in my section
Your parents might hope you
Don't go this direction
Got hella connections
Been a professional, roll up and then I smoke
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She wanna smoke with a real king
She don't know how to blow rings
These joints ain't petite
A pound in the week
Please don't get no ash on my seat
This strong not weak
The Cookies store where's your receipt?
I'm hungry, think I need to eat
We ride down the street, the smell is unique
This kush got me geek, let's go hit the beach
And call up some freaks, they comin' through
We gon' smoke
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Break out the bag, I'ma give you some love
Roll up a joint, I'ma give you some love
Come to my crib, I'ma give you some love
Jump to my car, I'ma give you some love
Come to the studio, give you some love
Come to your spot, I give you some love
Come backstage, I give you some love
You ever see me, I give you some love
We rollin' up
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah, hey yeah) So it goes on weed song
(yeah, hey yeah) Usually I make a weed song
(yeah, hey yeah) So it goes on weed song
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm smokin' all day
Ain't no weed left in my tray
I know that my eyes glazed
I grow so I don't pay
Pick up the pace, up the smoke to the face
And you know it's the bomb
You can tell by the taste
I hold them records
My niggas keep blowin' that
Smoke in my section
Your parents might hope you
Don't go this direction
Got hella connections
Been a professional, roll up and then I smoke
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She wanna smoke with a real king
She don't know how to blow rings
These joints ain't petite
A pound in the week
Please don't get no ash on my seat
This strong not weak
The Cookies store where's your receipt?
I'm hungry, think I need to eat
We ride down the street, the smell is unique
This kush got me geek, let's go hit the beach
And call up some freaks, they comin' through
We gon' smoke
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Break out the bag, I'ma give you some love
Roll up a joint, I'ma give you some love
Come to my crib, I'ma give you some love
Jump to my car, I'ma give you some love
Come to the studio, give you some love
Come to your spot, I give you some love
Come backstage, I give you some love
You ever see me, I give you some love
We rollin' up
Forty-one, forty-two forty-three, forty-four
Forty-five forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah