Wiz Khalifa – Bring Your Lungs (feat. Smoke DZA) Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa – Bring Your Lungs (feat. Smoke DZA) Lyrics
Bring Your Lungs
Wiz Khalifa (feat. Smoke DZA)
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    "Bring Your Lungs." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Smoke DZA)

    Album: Kush + Orange Juice 2
    Track No: 21
    Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)
    Ooh, ooh (Ooh)
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    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Ooh, ooh (Ooh)
    It's getting foggy
    Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)
    Ooh, ooh (Ooh)
    Can't see, hahaha
    Ooh-ooh-ooh
    Black and yellow Forgis on a black F8
    I told them that it's droppin', now they can't wait
    Fresh up out the cage with some kush blazed
    Smokin' top notch, now the bar's raised
    Bitch, I do it big like the Barclays
    Or Crypto Arena, lookin' for her, she with young Khalifa
    This ain't even it, this a little teaser
    See me on TV, now they believers
    Front row, smell me when they see us
    The owners don't know me, but they kids do, say they want pics with me
    I roll the spliff, it's gon' get sticky
    Can't help but look at the ass on the bitch with me
    That's what you get when you legendary in this shit
    Kush in my whip, looking for 12 as my Ferrari dip
    If it's foreign, then I'm probably in it
    Ooh
    If it's important, then I gotta get it
    Ooh
    I'm getting more money, talking business
    Ooh
    If I start it, then I'm tryna finish
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
    Uh, rich **** bein' rich, you know this shit don't change
    We got a slick campaign, I'm off the rich champagne
    We them boys, trendsetters, all the chicks on game
    You know we whip foreign things, Cuban big, gold chains
    Uh
    Get some more dough
    Every time they think we can't, they change the goal post
    Chronic by the boatload, bi-coastal
    Yeah, legendary Harlem ****, I'm colder than February, never worry
    Putting it all together is necessary
    We can't lose
    What watch I'ma wear today? It's hard, I can't choose
    Uh
    Money hittin' the clock, ****, I can't snooze
    Really
    It's a money line play, but not on FanDuel
    They all in shambles
    If it's foreign, then I'm probably in it
    Ooh
    If it's important, then I gotta get it
    Ooh
    I'm getting more money, talking business
    Ooh
    If I start it, then I'm tryna finish
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
    Ooh
    Bring your lungs, bring your lungs, bring your lungs
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    Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Sean Pompey, Michael Len Williams II, David Marvin Blake, JasonMartin, Dominique Sanders & Kenneth Wright.

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