โหลดเพลง mp3 Garage Talk - Wiz Khalifa

Garage Talk (Explicit) - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Curren$y
Uh
I just got the f**k off a plane
6 car garage I got more than 1 job
Be a boss go hard
Wake up smelling kush when I yawn
Shorty wanna f**k with the king tired of them pawns
Ain't on the top
Well that's nonsense
Bank account full of G's so that's all you gon' get
TSA know my face so they don't trip
Chain frost big b***h that I'm with don't give me no lip
We done touch M's now we on to billions
Hard to explain how these new rugs feeling
Blow my kush up in high ceiling's
Having meetings at the crib confidential dealings
And I ain't gotta tell you who the realest is
That's my n***a Spitta foreign cooked chef
And where the kitchen is
Money straight where my business is
And the girls f**k with me so
I'm always where the b***hes is
Kid
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I see all the sexy mami's in here
Hey ayy Wiz I smell you up here too
Make sure you pass that KK to the DJ booth
Aw s**t here comes Spitta on them gold BBS
Yeah
Yep swung through gold BBS and the spoiler kit
1986 slinging that s**t
They want the family price on them bricks
But I just had a son and I only love him
So I ain't coming down on the price
Ain't no where else you gon' get s**t this nice
Got c*****e white Air Force Nikes
Bought K-Swisses for all my b***hes
Put hightop troops on all my shooters
Bought the Goose down jacket from the booster
Shootouts on the roof racing in them coupes
She wore the Gucci frames with the door knocker hoops
And the lying motherf**ker tell you I ain't the truth
Rich uncle come through pop the truck pull the duffel
Lay the merchandise out get the loot motherf**ker
East side real n***a show ya how to hustle
Outside put the f**king Chevrolet's on the bumper
If it don't hop n***a park that s**t
That ain't no low rider that's a rollin' imposter
Put the stocks on fool quit playing like you out here
2009 all kind of high
High fly handfuls on the moon trying to drive
It's a stoned duo solid gold jewel though
Kicked the f**k out that game and now she won't go
Won't go
Ladies if you ain't go your own drinks
You gotta get out the section
You heard my man Spitta
Fellas raise your glasses
Tip your bartenders
And make sure you take that n***a b***h
We 'bout to ride out
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