Wiz Khalifa – Spotlight (feat. Killa Kyleon) Lyrics

Spotlight

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Killa Kyleon)

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"Spotlight." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Killa Kyleon)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:21 am

Album: Kush & Orange Juice (15th Anniversary)

Track No: 04

Ten steps ahead of these ****
Fool, that's why they fuck with me instead of these ****, yeah
Yeah
This beat go perfect with my belt
It match my Damier luggage too
Joints rolled up
That's Louis Vuitton
Uh
Bad bitches and cold drinks
Yeah
You know what it is, man
Taylor Gang
Uh
No joint roaches in my car, play the game smart
We gon' get this cheese, don't give police a reason to fuck us off
I done seen the ups, not a stranger to the downs, but for now we smoke, divas in my loft
Champagne with bitches with foreign names
My homie hit me on a text, he ain't want nothin' just to tell me that I got next and keep it G
I'm in your town, frequently
Got the bottle, bring the trees, watch some movies, hit this weed
Yeah, a **** livin' carefree
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high **** tendencies
Can't duplicate us, but the planes what they pretend to be
Through all the bullshit, overcame and still remained a G
Clicquot slow and Sour Dies' smoke
She leave the room, you smell it on her fingers, bro
Askin' silly questions 'bout where you been, sayin' you look different
Had the time of her life, not to mention, you ain't been this high in a minute
Took ownership of the air, I'm fly, you **** just trying to visit
Yeah, yeah, bitch
Wherever that paper go, I'm gon' get it, so, mami, are you with it? I gotta know
We in the spotlight, never been high as you are till you get on my flight, up and away we go
On my plane, mama, they know my name everywhere that we go
And they rep the gang everywhere that we go, everywhere that we go
While you at home on Twitter, tryna hack in her page and shit
We smokin' and crackin' jokes at how lame you is
Uh, hotel room right up by the water
Even taught her how to use a joint roller
A titan, but came from underground like an oiler
Here like I never left, back like a spoiler
Give my keys to valet, waiter take my order
Y'all been waitin' for real **** to eat the way they ought to
Kyleon
Young Khalifa, cooler than kush reefer
Good drink that'll seat you, put you in a sleeper
Louis on my peepers, but I see that bread clearly though
Good music is the consequence, we legends, really though
Minus Kanye, but we got this money in common
We get it day and night, good and married to it, no woman
I'm the shit, no bummin', money talk, no hummin'
Put the GPS on it, locate it, I'm comin'
I'm in somethin' paper-plated, get it, decapitate it
Ichabod Crane, super boats swings fascinated
With the fast life, haters to the left, I got my cash right
Irish Spring green make 'em blow me like a bagpipe
Lit up like a flashlight
VVS's in my necklace lookin' like bad dikes
All my bitches bad like Mike
No homo, Amber Rose, Kim Kardash' type
Five-star chicks, first class like my last flight
Wherever that paper go, I'm gon' get it, so, mami, are you with it? I gotta know
We in the spotlight, never been high as you are till you get on my flight, up and away we go
On my plane, mama, they know my name everywhere that we go
And they rep the gang everywhere that we go, everywhere that we go

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa, Dexter Wansel, Kyle Riley & Phillip Jackson.

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