Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – The Life II Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – The Life II Lyrics
The Life
Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y
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    "The Life." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

    Album: How Fly
    Track No: 12

    ('Nesia beats)
    Yeah
    It's Young Khalifa, man
    Currency, the hot spitta
    Look in the mirror, man, ask yourself one thing
    How fly, yeah
    Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me
    I ain't have no pot to piss in now I'm checking bags
    Chief and hash with politicians, helicopter pads
    Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags
    I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear about
    The money drugs and women, then I ain't one to ask
    Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead
    Hoes mad at me 'cause my phone off until my plane land
    I tell her, "Whoa slow down, baby"
    The spitta with me, it's enough to go 'round, lady
    You drive by, I give her wings, Red Bull, and jam buckets
    A couple of paper planes
    Broadcasting my name over internet airwaves
    Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on their MySpace pages (Yeah)
    If you smoke then roll up and play this (Yeah)
    Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is (Uh, yeah)
    She said she wanna sip Clicquot on my living room floor
    Smoke weed, hang with other famous people I know
    Gain access to exclusive places I go
    Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose
    But I wouldn't change it for nothing
    Sex, money, and drugs, runaways, sports cars, and luggage
    Better to be somebody for one day
    Then to be a nobody for your whole life, so fuck it (Yes, ****)
    Yeah, get the cork out the bottles
    Put the purp in the easy wider
    Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em
    A case of mistaken identity
    My bad, fool, I could of swore I brought this one in with me
    In the cinnamon interior
    Not tinted early eighties box Chevy, with a crate engine
    Hijacking your women, you left her unattended
    Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly, when I'm on that liquor
    The way of the samurai, I got my chi centered
    Sharp as blades, these bars I laid
    Forever the player and never played
    I slay them bitches, I never save
    Bomb ass trees, they get blazed
    Palm trees ,we use 'em for the shade
    What else can I say? I got it made, like I had it built
    Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Shante Franklin.

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