The Life Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa
(‘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
