Wiz Khalifa - Smoker Face lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa - Smoker Face lyrics]
I blow it by the O yeah bitch
Cudi wassup nigga? We should smoke
After this real shit
Uh, quality weeds in it
They tell me you don't get to
Die twice, so the high life, we livin'
Throw parties wit bad bitches
The cribs so foggy it's hard to see in it
Got girls that wanna go places
Scared to show up wit me
They say I'm bad for they image
Oh well, I roll up another L
You thinkin' you got the bomb
A real smoker can tell
Only drink Gin when I fucks wit the liquor
And only smoke joints
I don't fuck wit the swisher
Stayed the night once
Now she done smokin' swishers
And I ain't passin' shit
I don't fuck wit you niggas Cuz
I'm smokin' by my lonely
Everyone else tired, high
I'm rollin' up watchin' Family Guy
Finna call Spitta
He the only nigga that can smoke how I smoke
Known as Mister blow it by the O
I never hold it puff, puff, pass
And keep the roach if you smoke it last
A nigga loaded, lookin for another joint but
I already rolled it chop show me that
And nigga my credit good
In every neighborhood loan me dat
You probably be where the lames
And them phonies at poor thing
I'm used to rollin up and
Smoking the whole thing
Them otha niggas claim and sayin
That they get high
And leave it wit all kinds of seeds
Probably why you hit it and
Get the smoker face
This ain't loud, this a noise complaint
Smoke like I got a point to make
That's why everytime you see me
Got a joint to bake
Tell me dog bring his own in
Case you need a reminder
Mister blow it by the o-O-O-O-o, o, o, ooooo
Yeah bitch
Cudi wassup nigga? We should smoke
After this real shit
Uh, quality weeds in it
They tell me you don't get to
Die twice, so the high life, we livin'
Throw parties wit bad bitches
The cribs so foggy it's hard to see in it
Got girls that wanna go places
Scared to show up wit me
They say I'm bad for they image
Oh well, I roll up another L
You thinkin' you got the bomb
A real smoker can tell
Only drink Gin when I fucks wit the liquor
And only smoke joints
I don't fuck wit the swisher
Stayed the night once
Now she done smokin' swishers
And I ain't passin' shit
I don't fuck wit you niggas Cuz
I'm smokin' by my lonely
Everyone else tired, high
I'm rollin' up watchin' Family Guy
Finna call Spitta
He the only nigga that can smoke how I smoke
Known as Mister blow it by the O
I never hold it puff, puff, pass
And keep the roach if you smoke it last
A nigga loaded, lookin for another joint but
I already rolled it chop show me that
And nigga my credit good
In every neighborhood loan me dat
You probably be where the lames
And them phonies at poor thing
I'm used to rollin up and
Smoking the whole thing
Them otha niggas claim and sayin
That they get high
And leave it wit all kinds of seeds
Probably why you hit it and
Get the smoker face
This ain't loud, this a noise complaint
Smoke like I got a point to make
That's why everytime you see me
Got a joint to bake
Tell me dog bring his own in
Case you need a reminder
Mister blow it by the o-O-O-O-o, o, o, ooooo
Yeah bitch