Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Layover Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Layover Lyrics
Layover
Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y
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    "Layover." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

    Album: How Fly
    Track No: 08
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, jets, ****, now where haven't we
    Bitches, I Taylor Gang that
    Yeah
    Yeah, how fly, uh
    Yeah, the backseat is for newborns, homie, I'm grown
    I'll hop in front and drive this bitch on my own
    Out the driveway, windows half raised
    Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade
    Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors like them Houston players
    Got the two door Caprice, black and red like a Sega Genesis
    Password first pimpin', or you can't get into this hangar
    Access denied, you can't fly, you a lame
    Spiderman tangled in a web of lies
    Global travel, red eyes, plan plots, strategize
    Double XL, now I'm after The Source and the Vibe
    Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
    **** worth it, he deserve it, he ain't perfect
    But he workin' on that second album, dropped the first one with Amalgam
    Digital dollars, afford flights
    Where the massages will be provided
    By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
    The planes got it, that's why she's ridin' with the pilot
    Find Spitta smoked out in the same crowd
    Where Waldo was spotted
    Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets
    **** on a quest like Johnny and Hadji
    Ha-ha, yeah, how fly?
    (Jet Set, now where haven't we been yet?)
    The mixtape, it's officially done, this is it, right here
    Ha-ha, yeah, uh
    I'm back better than ever, no hiatus, just weed crushers
    Rollers and one and a half wide papers
    Catch me and Spitta smokin' up
    You got trees? ****, light it
    I heard this a weed friendly environment
    Seen 'em at my shows, front row, gettin' excited
    They all smoke and memorize my lines
    Say I'm the tightest
    Know bitches who rep the gang hard as **** who do the same
    And don't support that bullshit they only do to planes
    In every city we smokin' like a train
    They heard I'm swingin' past now, them bitches gettin' gas, octane
    Not a name to compare 'em to
    I can skydive, no parachute
    With just a dope pair of shoes
    Zig zags and hella tattoos
    Put you in a mind state, that this is my movie
    Put you in it too
    The bomb weed make it critical
    Sit with the vampire in his interview

    Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Shante Franklin.

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