Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - S.D.L. lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - S.D.L. lyrics]
I work hard for everything
So why not salute?
They say a grind pays baby
All I got is proof
And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled
You smell it when it ain’t lit
She don’t cook well
But she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her stayin’ up late wakin’ up, bake
And to think this the life that I chose?
Arguing with attendants who’ve shorted
My flight clothes and every girl I fuck
Feel like her boyfriend might know
Smokin’ all this weed as it smells
My weed come in barrels
Fuck wit bitches who fiend for
Gucci and need her Chanel
Nigga, I’m higher off life so my eyes low
Can’t wait to see what’s in the
Future but I drive slow
And wait for the picture
Hated, now they say I can’t miss like mister
All of this smokin’ oh you, got me thinkin’
And all of this dreamin’, I’m supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don’t know where I’m goin’
Cause I’m gone, On to show you succeeding
Yeah I’ve been livin’, Smokin’
Smokin’ Dreamin’ Livin’
I go to sleep with a picture
Of a Porche on my wall
Nigga I’m tryna come up on ya’ll
Pop the trunk n front him my car
In front of your broad
She reconsidering her decision to fuck wit ya
I think it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside
Front row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in this dream
Shit goin so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities
Leave shadows everywhere
I care less about industry mingling
Niggas was WWF wrestlers
Court jesters and cross dressers
I got them cross trainers, Nike, SB
Niggas can’t fill my shoes I’ma nicer MC
I had a dream that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint
And count a million when I wake up
JETS, Nigga!
So why not salute?
They say a grind pays baby
All I got is proof
And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled
You smell it when it ain’t lit
She don’t cook well
But she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her stayin’ up late wakin’ up, bake
And to think this the life that I chose?
Arguing with attendants who’ve shorted
My flight clothes and every girl I fuck
Feel like her boyfriend might know
Smokin’ all this weed as it smells
My weed come in barrels
Fuck wit bitches who fiend for
Gucci and need her Chanel
Nigga, I’m higher off life so my eyes low
Can’t wait to see what’s in the
Future but I drive slow
And wait for the picture
Hated, now they say I can’t miss like mister
All of this smokin’ oh you, got me thinkin’
And all of this dreamin’, I’m supposed to
Live life like, the weekend
Don’t know where I’m goin’
Cause I’m gone, On to show you succeeding
Yeah I’ve been livin’, Smokin’
Smokin’ Dreamin’ Livin’
I go to sleep with a picture
Of a Porche on my wall
Nigga I’m tryna come up on ya’ll
Pop the trunk n front him my car
In front of your broad
She reconsidering her decision to fuck wit ya
I think it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside
Front row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in this dream
Shit goin so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang, Taylor
Wings spread over cities
Leave shadows everywhere
I care less about industry mingling
Niggas was WWF wrestlers
Court jesters and cross dressers
I got them cross trainers, Nike, SB
Niggas can’t fill my shoes I’ma nicer MC
I had a dream that I caked up
Tried to roll a joint
And count a million when I wake up
JETS, Nigga!