Wiz Khalifa – Heaven Sent Lyrics

Heaven Sent

Wiz Khalifa

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"Heaven Sent." - Wiz Khalifa

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:59 am

Album: G Rage

Track No: 02

(Beat that motherfucker up, Quad)
You fuckin' with me, I just wanna know, baby
I just wanna know, oh-oh
Hop in, she wanna know where we goin'
Where we gonna go?
We ain't even on the ground no more
We in outer space, we in outer space, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't even ready to come yet
Now you're gettin' closer, now you're gettin' closer
Tell me when you're here
Quit pullin' my hair, yeah
That ass fat, it ain't fair, yeah
Kush smoke in the air, yeah
I'm a boss, you see that check clear
The way you treatin' me ain't fair
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I been on some boss shit, I ain't movin' careless
Find me with a rare bitch, don't nobody know the girl
Outer space with it, baby, get on my ship
I'm in my own world
Hop on top, drop the top, give me top, don't stop
Chain and watch, lot of diamonds, yeah, that's rocks on rocks
I got flocks, gang of hoes, bitch, it's shot o'clock
Help me roll this joint and fade away
You fuckin' with me, I just wanna know, baby
I just wanna know, oh-oh
Hop in, she wanna know where we goin'
Where we gonna go?
We ain't even on the ground no more
We in outer space, we in outer space, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't even ready to come yet
Now you're gettin' closer, now you're gettin' closer
Tell me when you're here
When you're there, teach you to share, let your girl interfere
Diamonds clear, no more tears, two R's on the chair
You was scared, now I got you chasin' all your fears
Used to get one, now when you shop, you go pick out pairs
Bitches gon' hate, that don't phase you 'cause you well aware
Said we can't smoke, but we blow that kush, she everywhere
I don't go out, hit me back soon as I send that text
Don't hold back, when you with me, you above average
Diamonds so wet, got it on check
Got a pal, French, I ride around
They know that I'm famous
You could have anything and you know who I came with
You fuckin' with me, I just wanna know, baby
I just wanna know, oh-oh
Hop in, she wanna know where we goin'
Where we gonna go?
We ain't even on the ground no more
We in outer space, we in outer space, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't even ready to come yet
Now you're gettin' closer, now you're gettin' closer
Tell me when you're here
You wanna take a shot?
I already had my shot
Let's go to the grave
You ready to die?
I'm not gonna take nothin' like that

Writer(s): Taylor Gang.

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