Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods - Red Carpet (Like a Movie) lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods - Red Carpet Like a Movie lyrics]
Yea gettin more scrill, deal or no deal, uh
Yea, Chevy Baggs
Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh
On, and on, and on, and on, and
We just drink and smoke until the morning
You're homegirl's texting you, ignoring them
Hit the weed, giggle a little
Then you get horny
I hit the weed, get on my mission
And then I'm goin' in
Knowin damn well they got boyfriends
Til they get the front door
Asking which floor I'm on
I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on
She smoke chronic
Know the lyrics to all my songs
It's like I died and went to heaven
Me and all my dogs
That's why we sip champaign
Til the bottles gone
Roll weed on ya, take the bitches
I don't follow y'all
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up
Knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallen I can't get up (get up)
So will you co-star with me?
Cuz my life is like a movie
Champagne parties in my hotel
Her friends don't even smoke
But they diggin' the smell
Ex-boyfriend ringin' ya cell
But every effort to save you's to no avail
Nuthin' but starter's on my
Team nigga coach Phil
And all we do is get high
And watch the Adult Swim
Relatively fly like a meteor or spaceship
Party every night
And early morning get wasted
All the way 100 you
Others niggas are make-shift
Roll that rapper weed
You smoke and don't wanna taste it
Lets face it
She wanna fly where the planes is
Got her testin' out all of my trees
Myth blazers
Champagne before we hit the papers
We stay smokin' that la la la
Easy rider, joint roller, my 9-5
You can prolly smell it in the
Car when we ridin' by
More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high
We more than fly
Introduce you to the gang members
That's taylor, like blood, no gang members
No names enter, and now you on champagne land
I'm on an island of hard liquor
It be fans, joint lit, and guitar pickers
Goin' nowhere for awhile, I got good snickers
Now you wanna mingle, heard young single
Big face chips baby, stack my pringles
You call it tight, I say well-fit
And we ain't takin' no prisoners
Now you jealous
In ya state please make sure the weed great
Fresh produce, purple and green crates
Groove, crisp bills in my jean pants
Telly room prolly doin' the
Uncle Snoop dance, yea
Yea, Chevy Baggs
Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh
On, and on, and on, and on, and
We just drink and smoke until the morning
You're homegirl's texting you, ignoring them
Hit the weed, giggle a little
Then you get horny
I hit the weed, get on my mission
And then I'm goin' in
Knowin damn well they got boyfriends
Til they get the front door
Asking which floor I'm on
I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on
She smoke chronic
Know the lyrics to all my songs
It's like I died and went to heaven
Me and all my dogs
That's why we sip champaign
Til the bottles gone
Roll weed on ya, take the bitches
I don't follow y'all
I can never make up this if I wanted to
It's real talk what I'm saying to you
I don't wanna wake up
Knowing just one thought of you
Got me fallen I can't get up (get up)
So will you co-star with me?
Cuz my life is like a movie
Champagne parties in my hotel
Her friends don't even smoke
But they diggin' the smell
Ex-boyfriend ringin' ya cell
But every effort to save you's to no avail
Nuthin' but starter's on my
Team nigga coach Phil
And all we do is get high
And watch the Adult Swim
Relatively fly like a meteor or spaceship
Party every night
And early morning get wasted
All the way 100 you
Others niggas are make-shift
Roll that rapper weed
You smoke and don't wanna taste it
Lets face it
She wanna fly where the planes is
Got her testin' out all of my trees
Myth blazers
Champagne before we hit the papers
We stay smokin' that la la la
Easy rider, joint roller, my 9-5
You can prolly smell it in the
Car when we ridin' by
More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high
We more than fly
Introduce you to the gang members
That's taylor, like blood, no gang members
No names enter, and now you on champagne land
I'm on an island of hard liquor
It be fans, joint lit, and guitar pickers
Goin' nowhere for awhile, I got good snickers
Now you wanna mingle, heard young single
Big face chips baby, stack my pringles
You call it tight, I say well-fit
And we ain't takin' no prisoners
Now you jealous
In ya state please make sure the weed great
Fresh produce, purple and green crates
Groove, crisp bills in my jean pants
Telly room prolly doin' the
Uncle Snoop dance, yea