paroles de chanson Billboard (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Dave East) - Lil Duke , Wiz Khalifa
Smokin'
Cali
Weed
LA
Vibes
Wheezy
in
this
bitch
with
me
Mama
we
made
it
to
billboards
Thank
the
lord,
I'ma
keep
praying
for
it
They
told
me
stay
focused,
stay
real
boy
The
streets
playing
dirty,
get
killed
boy
This
shit
is
for
real
boy,
did
all
that
shit
with
no
deal
boy
Niggas
is
fakin',
they
gettin'
monopoly
money
When
I
was
broke
They
was
just
laughin'
at
me
like
something
was
funny
Now
I'm
at
three
years
on
my
dick
Ran
that
shit
up,
now
we
rich
We
put
that
money
right
before
a
bitch
Knock
em
off,
I'm
callin'
hits
Now
I
got
twenty
whole
K
on
my
wrist
Diamonds,
my
neck,
on
my
fist
You
want
a
feature
gon'
cost
you
a
brick
Thugger
he
gave
me
a
shot
now
I'm
in
So
tired
of
losing
can't
do
nun
but
win
Every
day
wake
up,
I
gotta
get
in
Pray
to
the
lord
and
I
stay
on
my
ten
Free
my
niggas
locked
in
the
pen
We
sip
the
lean
and
pour
out
the
seal
You
niggas
so
fake,
you
don't
know
nothin'
bout
real
Labels
keep
calling,
they
want
me
to
sign
Talk
to
my
voicemail,
I
don't
recognize
Came
from
the
streets,
I
was
sellin'
them
pies
Bitch
you
so
fake
I
can
see
it
in
your
eyes
I'm
not
a
graduate
not
from
DeVry
You
over
here
but
you
playing
both
sides
When
it
come
down
I
know
you
ain't
gon'
ride
I
started
selling
and
they
started
buying
Cooking
them
burgers
and
fries
No
Christmas
Eve,
I
surprise
'em
See
me
in
public,
come
try
me
Run
up,
I
cock
it
and
fire
See
it,
I
buy
what
I
want
Eat
that
lil
pussy
for
lunch
I'm
her
lil
Clyde,
that's
my
Bonnie
We
steppin'
out
and
we
stunt
Mama
we
made
it
to
billboards
Thank
the
lord,
I'ma
keep
praying
for
it
They
told
me
stay
focused,
stay
real
boy
The
streets
playing
dirty,
get
killed
boy
This
shit
is
for
real
boy,
did
all
that
shit
with
no
deal
boy
Niggas
is
fakin',
they
gettin'
monopoly
money
When
I
was
broke
They
was
just
laughin'
at
me
like
something
was
funny
Now
I'm
at
three
years
on
my
dick
Ran
that
shit
up,
now
we
rich
We
put
that
money
right
before
a
bitch
Knock
em
off,
I'm
callin'
hits
Now
I
got
twenty
whole
K
on
my
wrist
Diamonds,
my
neck,
on
my
fist
Man
somebody
shoulda
told
'em
that
this
shit'll
get
real
That
this
shit'll
get
real,
that
this
shit'll
get
real
When
you
young
and
havin'
things
dog
this
shit'll
get
real
Man
this
shit'll
get
real,
man
this
shit'll
get
real
And
no
I
ain't
just
getting
started
boy,
I
been
in
the
field
Stacking
hundred
dollar
bills
Ridin'
with
some
young
niggas
that
know
how
to
kill
Lil
bitch
saying
that
she
won't
Let
her
hit
the
KK
once,
now
she
will
Ya'll
remind
me
of
Jack
and
Jill
Ya'll
was
up,
now
you
going
down
the
hill
I
don't
ever
put
my
weed
up
in
a
blunt
Don't
act
like
you
don't
know
no
better
And
don't
ever
ask
me
to
borrow
no
dope
Then
act
like
you
don't
owe
no
cheddar
And
shorty
keep
blowin'
up
both
of
my
phones
Cause
with
me
her
pussy
get
wetter
Just
spoke
to
my
bro
who's
in
the
hospital
I
really
do
hope
he
get
better
For
sure
Mama
we
made
it
to
billboards
Thank
the
lord,
I'ma
keep
praying
for
it
They
told
me
stay
focused,
stay
real
boy
The
streets
playing
dirty,
get
killed
boy
This
shit
is
for
real
boy,
did
all
that
shit
with
no
deal
boy
Niggas
is
fakin',
they
gettin'
monopoly
money
When
I
was
broke
They
was
just
laughin'
at
me
like
something
was
funny
Now
I'm
at
three
years
on
my
dick
Ran
that
shit
up,
now
we
rich
We
put
that
money
right
before
a
bitch
Knock
em
off,
I'm
callin'
hits
Now
I
got
twenty
whole
K
on
my
wrist
Diamonds,
my
neck,
on
my
fist
Jump
out
that
foreign
with
paper
plates
I
don't
got
the
time
to
take
a
break
Gorilla
without
wearing
Bathing
Ape
Gold
on
my
neck
like
it's
eighty-eight
Smokin'
Skittles,
bunch
of
painkillers
Think
about
quitting
like
day
to
day
I
love
New
York,
this
ain't
Flava
Flav
Fresh
out
that
Porsche,
I'ma
take
a
plane
Dolce
Gabanna,
the
pants
suede
I
keep
a
drum
like
a
band
playin'
How
you
hatin'
if
your
man
made
it?
Presidential
rollie,
bitch
I'm
campaignin'
I'm
in
the
field
like
the
special
teams
Sellin'
records
now,
I
was
sellin'
green
That
bitch
ain't
know
I
was
gon'
sell
a
dream
Before
she
woke
up
I
took
everything
I
done
did
some
niggas
dirty
Trafficking
sour
and
Fergie
I
prayed
to
god
for
a
birdie
I
would
kill
for
it,
now
it's
billboards
All
of
her
bottoms
is
bloody
These
niggas
act
like
they
love
me
I'd
rather
codeine
than
bubbly
But
I
had
to
chill,
that
shit
fucked
up
my
stomach
I
made
it
Mama
we
made
it
to
billboards
Thank
the
lord,
I'ma
keep
praying
for
it
They
told
me
stay
focused,
stay
real
boy
The
streets
playing
dirty,
get
killed
boy
This
shit
is
for
real
boy,
did
all
that
shit
with
no
deal
boy
Niggas
is
fakin',
they
gettin'
monopoly
money
When
I
was
broke
They
was
just
laughin'
at
me
like
something
was
funny
Now
I'm
at
three
years
on
my
dick
Ran
that
shit
up,
now
we
rich
We
put
that
money
right
before
a
bitch
Knock
em
off,
I'm
callin'
hits
Now
I
got
twenty
whole
K
on
my
wrist
Diamonds,
my
neck,
on
my
fist
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