Wiz Khalifa - Decisions - Tekst piosenki

Tekst piosenki

I hear all the time
About it all
Why they talk?
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want
All that cake
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want

New bitch
Every week
She take it all
Bonin!
Hair long, tatted on her back
I get her a first class flight to where my show is
Smoke weed, don't smoke weed
Cash contact, get drunk
Let me hit once, bitch come back
Ballin, can't ever control it
Don't have to text, don't even calling
My name is on it
I fuck her good and make that Uber call 6 in the morning
I told her I don't need no pills, this Js I'm rolling
Feeling my car, feeling my chain
Ask yourself, I'm feeling that thing
Ride with a nigga & I'll put you up all in some game
Why would you fuck with another nigga who used to say
Came at the same time on the both ways
We ain't even hardly know each other names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or some
By now I'm on my 2010 flame or some
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James or some
Insane, cause it spit flames when I switch lanes on this tone
Big bank, no lose change, I do things
Champagne me, L.A. me
Supper Club throwin' dough, no ray me
Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D
Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me
I'm gone, I'm rocking KK cologne
I think this bitch just tryna fuck me so I take them at home
Take what I do inside the day & put it straight in the song
I get another out the counter & put it straight in the bong
Imma stay real, Imma stay high, Imma stay ready, Imma stay inner
Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt
What another man say, I'm on my own work
Handle business
With my real niggas, like a real nigga
And it's real business
Hard business, no hard feelings
All my dogs, god they all in it
Hard to get along with us
Call a kush joint clode, goddam it cake strong
Rollie on my arm, fake niggas y'all really don't appear to a real nigga
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