Wiz Khalifa Maan Weedmix Lyrics
Maan! (Weedmix) by Wiz Khalifa
(Intro)
This a recordin'?
Love is life and life is living
Fuckin' our some
Yeah!
(Verse)
I smoked the whole damn pound
I'mma need another one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only paper smoke weed, don't fuck with blunts
Nigga, I am not just sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn, that's parrot
Just cause you up in this bitch, don't mean gon' hit this shit
You betta roll some, pop it like you got a cold or smth
Tryna O.D. on THC, nigga fuck around givin' Young Khalifa pass
Smoka whole thing up in a week
Roll a joint, put a worm up in htat motherfucker
Smoke it till it finish
Aw, shit, nigga just got some kk in, and he say all the way
Big Pete told me church got money on the merry single day
So I want er'thing, ery plane, ery plate, ery place we mobbin'
Hahahahaha, nigga we mobbin'
Shit, go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
(Hook)
Now, every place that we go sayn we can't smoke
Well, we do it anyway, cause real G smoke anyway
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, we burn up some mo'
Then we keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' x3
(Verse)
Nigga, keep goin', keep the K, keep blowin'
Snakes in the grass, keep mowin', ass so fat, lip swollen
City state, gotta show it, 'nother airport, gotta go it
Reason why I'm late, I'm know it
Niggas got too much howit, I keep rollin' up
Drive in a brand new car like a motherfucker stole it
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, 28 grams, and rollin'
Been thru New York and London and Paris and back
Hooooo! South by south-west, only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' that bats, go and get a bong, get a match
Er'body get along, get attached, get a song
Get a biatch, what he say? Need a cat
Pot hairs, get a drink to relax
Eat pimp full of wax, damn broke, cold joy,
Really fast, no sticks, full of seeds in the bag
Got reeds in the rag, get'na front, y'all bees in the back
Herp truck, rip jeans, it's a swag
Bitch, we mobbin'!
Nigga, we mobbin'
We mobbin'! Shit
(Hook)
Now, every place that we go sayn we can't smoke
Well, we do it anyway, cause real G smoke anyway
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, we burn up some mo'
Then we keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' x3
This a recordin'?
Love is life and life is living
Fuckin' our some
Yeah!
(Verse)
I smoked the whole damn pound
I'mma need another one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only paper smoke weed, don't fuck with blunts
Nigga, I am not just sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn, that's parrot
Just cause you up in this bitch, don't mean gon' hit this shit
You betta roll some, pop it like you got a cold or smth
Tryna O.D. on THC, nigga fuck around givin' Young Khalifa pass
Smoka whole thing up in a week
Roll a joint, put a worm up in htat motherfucker
Smoke it till it finish
Aw, shit, nigga just got some kk in, and he say all the way
Big Pete told me church got money on the merry single day
So I want er'thing, ery plane, ery plate, ery place we mobbin'
Hahahahaha, nigga we mobbin'
Shit, go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
(Hook)
Now, every place that we go sayn we can't smoke
Well, we do it anyway, cause real G smoke anyway
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, we burn up some mo'
Then we keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' x3
(Verse)
Nigga, keep goin', keep the K, keep blowin'
Snakes in the grass, keep mowin', ass so fat, lip swollen
City state, gotta show it, 'nother airport, gotta go it
Reason why I'm late, I'm know it
Niggas got too much howit, I keep rollin' up
Drive in a brand new car like a motherfucker stole it
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, 28 grams, and rollin'
Been thru New York and London and Paris and back
Hooooo! South by south-west, only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' that bats, go and get a bong, get a match
Er'body get along, get attached, get a song
Get a biatch, what he say? Need a cat
Pot hairs, get a drink to relax
Eat pimp full of wax, damn broke, cold joy,
Really fast, no sticks, full of seeds in the bag
Got reeds in the rag, get'na front, y'all bees in the back
Herp truck, rip jeans, it's a swag
Bitch, we mobbin'!
Nigga, we mobbin'
We mobbin'! Shit
(Hook)
Now, every place that we go sayn we can't smoke
Well, we do it anyway, cause real G smoke anyway
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, we burn up some mo'
Then we keep rollin', and rollin', and rollin' x3