Irie (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Ty Dolla $ign

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    I woke up, I rolled some dank up with my niggas
    I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches
    I got dressed, I mixed the diesel with versace
    I smoked a joint and took a br, now I'm irie

    I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie
    I'm irie, I'm irie
    I'm irie, I'm irie
    Yeah I'm irie
    I'm irie, I'm irie
    I'm irie, I'm irie

    When I'm in brooklyn I send runners through bodegas
    Don't bring no dutchie yea you kno me I prefer papers
    And I got love for the mets but it's still lakers
    I turn my music up, fuck my neighbors
    I hit jfk, I'm going back to cali
    I got some og kush from san fernando valley
    My nigga beezy on the way from rambo county
    We keep some organic weed from grass valley

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    I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun
    Pocket full of money and some condoms
    I'm a drop your bitch back off when I'm done
    Hope you make your bitch get in the shower
    That's your bitch, she my bitch, too
    She let the homie in, too
    Niggas be coughing while their bitches fucking
    My nigga, that ain't nothing new
    I'm the nigga that your bitch come to
    When she wanna cheat on you
    I hella be tripping, too, but I got more bitches than you

    I woke up, I rolled some dank up with my niggas
    I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches
    I got dressed, I mixed the diesel with versace
    I smoked a joint and took a br, now I'm irie
    I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie
    I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie
    I'm irie

    It's taylor gang, I get so high that it's irrational,
    When I pull up it's first class, but international
    I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the north side
    We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified
    Blow it by the zone, nigga, worth the grown
    Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone
    Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it
    Roll them joints up big as fuck, they tell me slow my roll and chill

    This young boy gonna live it up
    Pass the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors
    No bitches in the hood that don't smoke papers
    Ain't tryina heard 'bout what you mean because I got it
    It's on the plane 'cause I can't leave the crib without it
    Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it
    If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it
    And rest in peace, go to my nigga right
    Now we call it kk and we smoke it all day
    Straight to the face, fuck what the police say

    I woke up, I brought some drink ups with my niggas
    I got on the phone and caught up with some midgets
    I got dressed, I mixed the pussy with versace
    I smoked a joint and took a beer, now I'm irie
    I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie
    I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie
    I'm irie

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