Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J, Lola Monroe - Oh Gee La Freestyle lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J, Lola Monroe - Oh Gee La Freestyle lyrics]
Look nigga I can roll up some more weed
Or order 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining, that's on Gs
The clothes that I got on
Are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high
Told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker
Bought everything that I seen niggas hating
Bitches wishing they can get in
Position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang motherfucker
Don't deal with no shape shift
Only real motherfuckers come up
In my playlist i keep it way too real to
Fuck with your fake shit
This the real right here
Roll one up and face it t-G-O-D
Getting high
Rolling weed up for e'ryone who know me
T-G-O-D in the club, popping bottles
Blowing weed by the O-Z t-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause
I'm all about that paper
Give a fuck about a hater
T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne
Put them bitches in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D) , married to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and fuck
A prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D) , educating hoes
On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss
See bitch I school sluts on the
Whats and the whos
And the guts and the shoes and how
The body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye bitches
Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious
Ass-to-waist ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in, rent on a
(Oo la la la) is the way that
We rock when we doing our thing
(Oo la la la) is the first
Class high that the Taylors bring
My circle, anti-square can't compare like a
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I birth
None of you hoes have earned
None of you hoes have learned
Vicariously living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than
A clouded out meadow
Living in a land called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior like a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang
Leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse
In the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real bitch and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me
I only hear God
And my struggles help build me
So endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you
You'll forever fill hearts with Hip Hop
Paper, paper, paper, I'm so fucking Taylor'd
Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with ratchet hoes
Only 10s
Or order 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining, that's on Gs
The clothes that I got on
Are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high
Told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker
Bought everything that I seen niggas hating
Bitches wishing they can get in
Position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang motherfucker
Don't deal with no shape shift
Only real motherfuckers come up
In my playlist i keep it way too real to
Fuck with your fake shit
This the real right here
Roll one up and face it t-G-O-D
Getting high
Rolling weed up for e'ryone who know me
T-G-O-D in the club, popping bottles
Blowing weed by the O-Z t-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause
I'm all about that paper
Give a fuck about a hater
T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne
Put them bitches in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D) , married to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and fuck
A prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D) , educating hoes
On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss
See bitch I school sluts on the
Whats and the whos
And the guts and the shoes and how
The body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye bitches
Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious
Ass-to-waist ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in, rent on a
(Oo la la la) is the way that
We rock when we doing our thing
(Oo la la la) is the first
Class high that the Taylors bring
My circle, anti-square can't compare like a
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I birth
None of you hoes have earned
None of you hoes have learned
Vicariously living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than
A clouded out meadow
Living in a land called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior like a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang
Leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse
In the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real bitch and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me
I only hear God
And my struggles help build me
So endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you
You'll forever fill hearts with Hip Hop
Paper, paper, paper, I'm so fucking Taylor'd
Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with ratchet hoes
Only 10s