Testi:
Wiz Khalifa Burn After Rolling

niggaz rather see me somewhere on the floor then the ceiling of this thing But I can give a damn what a little nigga think I pop more champagne, peel another sweet Catch Wiz

If I were a lame Only just for a week I'd look myself in the mirror And shoot the first thing I seen No honestly I'd try to find someone else And I'd

fucker I'm doing numbers so take it on the chin. The top is a [?], so it's hard to see what I'm eatin'. Going on retreats and rolling sweets while I'm

on you, that you didn't even know was there. Let me introduce myself, they call me Young Khalifa man. (okaayyy) Young Khalifa man, call me Young Khalifa

one way to gooooo Now they cop the mixtapes n watch my videosss Maybe cause I got bars like a seriallllllllll... code Louie pouch full of pre-rolled

[Verse1:] Okaay And they say don't say it less you mean it Back when I was young I say I will be the one People say they couldn't see it But on the other

fit I don't need belts, still spending grams just to hold up my pants Tats in my skin, neck face in my hands O-Z's on the road, kush roll when I land

t it? Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin 'Til we get sick stomached And them suckas ain't gotta like it 'Cause ya bitch love it I'm a roll it She gon' light

at And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room, we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at What's this? Burn after