Wiz Khalifa – Mezmorized Lyrics

Mezmorized

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"Mezmorized." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 02:32 pm

Album: Kush & Orange Juice (15th Anniversary)

Track No: 02

It's young Khalifa, man
Paper Plane Gang
5-0-1, young
Ay, shout out to my brother Spitta, man
I just wanted to say that
And your bitch could see this shit from across the street, ****
It's pimpin' over here, macaroni
Kush and orange juice, ****
What up, Chevy?
Jerm, I see you, Cardo on the beat
I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
**** be pressed for pussy, it ain't nothing
Instead of worrying about who that bitch fucking, why don't you get you some money?
Nine times out of ten, she see me stuntin'
Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it a hundred, get love from the hoes, but it's money over bitches
Nothing above it, like the weed, loud like my engine when I speed up
Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feets up
Them suckas often imitate, but they can't be us
So super high, look in the sky, when you wanna see me, bruh
Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say
Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my Polo hat
She leave once, it's a known fact
That she ain't coming back, now Taylor Gang that
And ain't shit change
But the amount of horses in my motor
When I switch lanes and I beat 'em
Blinding with them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game little homie, I'm doing big things, big things, big things
And them bitches, they mezmorised
They recognize, I keep it so G, I keep it so G
Get you some money, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper, how the fucker don't know shit about her
I take you up where it's cloudy, ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada
I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest bitches rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke, just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them **** just playing, ain't really ballin', saying they bein' honest
Claiming that's your wife, but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at three in the morning
Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing
Ain't her first time chiefing, but say she don't do this often
Since I was sixteen, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take **** hoes and smoke hella trees with 'em
As for your team, you **** in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and the plan is still paper over pussy
And ain't shit change
But the amount of horses in my motor
When I switch lanes and I beat 'em blinding
With them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game little homie, I'm doing big things, big things, big things
And them bitches, they mezmorised
They recognize, I keep it so G, I keep it so G
Get you some money, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me (Yeah)
Yeah, ****, this shit just don't sound cool
This what we go to sleep to, wake up to
Kush and Orange Juice, ****, yeah
Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs, too
Got paper in my pocket, Taylor Gang, what's up?
See y'all ****, man
We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap
Yeah, we don't want no more sucker shit ever

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Ron Latour.

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