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Wiz Khalifa( Cameron Jibril Thomaz )
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O.T.T.R. (Off To The Races)
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa] They saying, it's bout time some real n*ggas made it And when I go outside they sayin' I'm famous And some don't understand but listen close and you'll find out I'm running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out I'm moving at top speed, my engine is foreign I travel across seas where women are gorgeous And n*ggas know it's us, we make it tough to mistake it Just let me roll it up and when it's stuffed we blaze it Then we off to the races
[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa] Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz Me and Spitta stick together like… huh! Cotton and mud, some chicks countin' up buds Mouth got cotton prolly from the drug Lot of pot in my process love? Don't hate a n*gga cause I'm blessed Judge me by my progress bruh! I obsess with every dollar I get F*ck you think we made it out the projects for The object is to make money and get the most from it And more money, cause more money ain't enough of it I know n*ggas who had money and let it go to nothing Just blow money and ain't got nothin' to show for it That's f*cking stupid! Same as my diamonds and the fact I'm buying all this new shit Made a million a way a n*gga grind'll be a blueprint I'm talkin' champagne shit Audemar Tailor Made shit Look at my jackets, say 'hand made' b*tch
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Verse 2 - Curren$y] And I'm a Pimp C Leaning in my ride like I Bun B Sittin' tall on my chrome seat but I'm blowin' the C My girl in the sheet fast asleep I'm in the street after the cheddar Peddlin' melodies, purchasin' better things On the road to the riches I done drove over n*ggas My n*gga we major, we been major since independent Made it to what they sayin', we made it but we ain't handed We too busy gettin' it Hound dog sniffin' it out Twistin' a whole pound celebratin' the fact that Them wack fools had it but this here's the take back And them haters can't hate that Salute me from across a crowded club Homie, I take that as love Real n*gga shit the only thing I'm dealing with slim B*tch you know that I'm the only reason you still in this club Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Verse 3 - Big Sean] Yellin' 'suck a d*ck or die hoe' See your main b*tch is my side hoe Smokin' top shelf on the top flo' I'm a boss b*tch I take my time and get a pronto? You probably f*ckin' around doing some shit I ain't got time fo' Pussy boy! F*ck you and your hoe anatomy b*tch My nuclear like an academy b*tch It's Finally Famous the Faculty b*tch Killin' these n*ggas no casualties Money and weed is a real n*gga salary Man, these rappers sound like me and Honestly that shit is so flattering b*tch (Thank you, thank you, thank you) You want me to slip up and fall Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin' them off I got movies to make I got women to call I got deals on the table I can't be dealin' with y'all (N*gga) Rather crash parties and burn money And if you pick the ashes up you still can't earn from me Bottom line is, I never wait in line b*tch And I'm rollin' King Kush, I'm your Royal Highness
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
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