Wiz Khalifa – Shame Lyrics

Shame

Wiz Khalifa

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"Shame." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:07 pm

Album: Flight School

Track No: 03

Wow, haha, I feel like
I'm back again for the first time
If that make any sense, sled drum
The good weed's lit, let's go
I got a couple sweets rolled, and a whole another O in the ziploc
They see the pockets on swole while the light
Hit the stones on the wristwatch
Don't gotta ask who run it, man it's easy, baby, they know my name
All the cash that we blow on some weed smoke
They say, bro it's a shame, boy, you know it's a shame
Pockets bulky like Pop-eye and I'm pimp all the hoes call me Papa
Gucci, Chuck Tays, I don't fuck with no Prada
Fresh off the plane and I'm smoking like High Times
It's better to be a star, NY, I'm copping them weed jars
LA, my hoes got medical weed cards and my swag through the roof
I hit the mall a boutique and tear it down
See what I got on you want to wear it now
Think I'ma trick on her, but she get nothin'
Married to my money so bitch think I'm taken
She keep beggin' me to creep
I heard your song, I can do better in my sleep
All my **** rumble, some better with the heat
Better keep the peace (Might wanna do that)
There's ink everywhere you see and I only smoke good weed
Only wear designer man if I fuck with baby girl, gotta be a 9 or 10, swag
I got a couple sweets rolled, and a whole another O in the ziploc
They see the pockets on swole while the light
Hit the stones on the wristwatch
Don't gotta ask who run it, man it's easy, baby, they know my name
All the cash that we blow on some weed smoke
They say, bro it's a shame, boy, you know it's a shame
Last night, I made a bitch forget all about her man
The reason for them guts in your garbage can
I roll expensive spliffs
And she fuckin' me for free, but for you she's one expensive, bitch
Keep blowin' up my sidekick, know I'm at the studio
Another couple thousand, every time I do a show
That meaning I'm really eating
And e'ryday of my life is like the weekend, swag
I wake up to good weed and new clothes
Go to sleep with more money and bad hoes
One of my 3 phones buzzin' through my sleep
I know you heard of my name, I'm buzzin' all through the streets (Yeah)
And I be with bosses, get your shit together **** or count your losses
And in case you ain't get the portrait
I'ma make it clear, motherfucker it's star year, swag
Yeah, man, it shouldn't be no surprise for y'all ****
Swisher sweet flickin'
Eh eh eh, Chavo Chasin, Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle
I got a couple sweets rolled, and a whole another O in the ziploc
They see the pockets on swole while the light
Hit the stones on the wristwatch
Don't gotta ask who run it, man it's easy, baby, they know my name
All the cash that we blow on some weed smoke
They say, bro it's a shame, boy, you know it's a shame

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Edward Murray.

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