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letra de no invitation - wiz khalifa

[verse]
when i’m in my double r i got pounds in the trunk
i got h-lla of the shrooms you can get ’em if you want
i be in some croc slippers hopping right off the plane
ain’t f-cking with you n-ggas, i’m in my own lane
big weed big ass closet, i got my own store
good kush, whole lotta money, that’s what i’m known for
so you can holler if you hear me, i want the money or don’t come near me
your b-tch talking to me loud like i’m siri
running game on her brain that’s reverse engineering
this ain’t no tesla but it do it’s own steering
just paid a quarter mil for a earing
these n-ggas fake, i’m the real thing
private flight, sitting on a wing
n-ggas catch a case they’ll never sing
got a b-tch that’ll never leave
long money, better weed, we can f-ck girl but you won’t get a fee
and this watch is a masterpiece, taylor gang n-gga, or it’s a casualty
need my money all time how it has to be, i don’t share with a b-tch so they mad at me
i don’t stay ’cause the clubs where they values be, no difference between fake and reality
so i tell that b-tch “hold up”
my life ain’t never boring, a hundred million, i got it off a touring
and if it’s up with you n-ggas i’ll leave it there, i keep the gloves in the trunk so i don’t need a pair
i keep the weed rolled up that’s why i smell good, ain’t been that n-gga in the city since you left the hood
i keep it solid with my n-ggas i’ll never change, since ’08 a million n-ggas repping taylor gang
i’m on shrooms, i don’t f-ck with alcohol, i’m out in vegas couple white b-tches and adderall
i’m overseas thc pills i got ’em all, and ain’t trippin’ ’cause the customs think it’s tylenol
a private party, and ain’t no one invited y’all, i got the papers, the kush, but my lighter’s gone
give me a doobie and a beat i’ll write a song, give me a business expense i’ll write it off
boy you a worker, you must think you some kind of boss, i’m wearing sh-t that you don’t know what the designers are
hardly ever drive my car, i tell her uber to my crib ’cause it’s kinda far
when i step out it’s hard to see ’cause my shades are dark, i’m microdosing off the shrooms, tonight i had a lot
she microdosing with me too and said she had a shot, ain’t see me nowhere at the playoffs ’cause we at the box
hold up, my rollie tick, pockets loaded won’t fit, y’all move slow than a b-tch
from my car you know that i’m rich, i hop out she blow me a kiss
i don’t trick you show her what you [?] i learn i ain’t grow up with it
they don’t charge me ’cause i’m different, when she kicking with you she on a mission
she like to shop a lot she in love with them labels, go to car phone and take a picture at a table
i’m rolling ounces of the kush you getting smoked out, a pretty face some little titties but they poke out
went to the doctor real quick ain’t n0body know ’bout it, she got a n-gga at the crib ready to get so violent
she keep on calling my phone ready to piped up, these n-ggas wearing the wire these n-ggas miked up
kush in my right lung, when you take a look at my chain it look like the lights on
and them n-ggas gon’ be in icon, want the gass n-gga you got the right one
chucks or vans ain’t no nikes on, all of my n-ggas do our thing so you gon’ fight or run
hear what i’m saying n-gga line it up, pull every b-tch at the party got n-ggas mad like who invited us
[outro]
d-mn, i really smoke the best weed in the world. see ya!

- wiz khalifa

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