Can't Stay Sober

Wiz Khalifa

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    Smoke another bag, I got cash, I don't need to flash
    Hop up off the plane, foreign bitch want my autograph
    Brand new foreign ride, I just put the mo'fucker in the stash, yeah

    Hoppin' off the jet, more money to invest
    I love to have fun, business, never neglect
    Niggas know it's the gang, they never disrespect
    A quarter million dollars, I put that on my neck
    Wanna come at my ride? You better come correct
    My niggas down to slide, I put that on the set
    No fuckin' up the vibes
    Good kush in the air, my hand is on her thighs

    Get money e'rywhere, conduct myself like a player
    Niggas sayin' what I should do
    But I don't give a fuck, I don't care
    Talk it and be about it
    A pound of kush, you won't see me without it
    My weed is the loudest and I put that on gang (gang)

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    Never tryna sober up (oh, oh)
    Pull up and they know it's us (oh, oh)
    That's how you know I be killin' it (yeah, yeah)
    That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch (oh, oh, oh)
    Teach 'em how to roll it up (oh, oh)
    'Nother shot, pour it up (oh, ooh)
    She left you, now she feelin' it (yeah, yeah)
    Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it (yeah)

    Uh, I get my weed from a dude that look just like me
    Locs long, big crib for him and all of his seeds
    Rollin' trees in my car, spilled some nugs on my seat
    If you walk up in my closet, lotta J's for my feet
    Lotta chucks too
    Wanna kick it with a real nigga so she come through

    Her friend say she havin' fun too
    I don't blame her
    Let 'em get as wild as she want, I don't tame her
    You can smoke this J if you want, a lotta flavors
    Some good vibrations
    My backyard feel like vacation
    I put you on a first name basis
    Don't get tied up, no laces
    No lames over here, all gang shit

    Never tryna sober up (hahaha)
    Pull up and they know it's us (yeah, nigga)
    That's how you know I be killin' it
    (We gon' keep smokin', while y'all niggas drinkin')
    That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch
    Teach 'em how to roll it up (fuck wrong with y'all man? It's 2021)
    'Nother shot, pour it up (get yo' paper up)
    She left you, now she feelin' it (hahaha, somebody)
    Tired of talkin' it, we livin' it (oh, oh)

    Gotta bottle comin', filled with McQueen (with McQueen)
    If I'm in the clubs then you know I'm V.I.P. (V.I. p.)
    Fuckin' up the couches, standin' on the seats (on the seats)
    Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything (everything)

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    Composición: Wiz Khalifa, Cardo y Foley Beats

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