Wiz Khalifa - Irie lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa - Irie lyrics

I woke up, I Rolled some dank up with my n***as I got on the phone and caught up with some b**hes I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie YEAH I'm IRIE I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners through bodegas Don't bring no dutchie yea you kno me I prefer papers And I got love for the Mets but it's still Lakers I turn my music up, f** my neighbors I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali I got some OG Kush From San Fernando Valley My n***a Beezy on the way from Rambo County We keep some organic weed from gra** valley I got a bad b**h riding shotgun with the shotgun Pocket full of money and some condoms I'm a drop your b**h back off when I'm done Hope you make your b**h get in the shower That's your b**h, she my b**h, too She let the homie in, too n***as be coughing while their b**hes f**ing My n***a, that ain't nothing new I'm the n***a that your b**h come to When she wanna cheat on you I hella be tripping, too, but I got more b**hes than you I woke up, I Rolled some dank up with my n***as I got on the phone and caught up with some b**hes I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie It's Taylor Gang, I get so high that it's irrational, When I pull up it's first cla**, but international I know some ratchet b**hes and they rep the North side We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified Blow it by the zone, n***a, worth the grown Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it Roll them joints up big as f**, they tell me slow my roll and chill This young boy gonna live it up Pa** the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors No b**hes in the hood that don't smoke papers Ain't tryina heard 'bout what you mean because I got it It's on the plane 'cause I can't leave the crib without it Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it And rest in peace, go to my n***a right Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day Straight to the face, f** what the police say I woke up, I brought some drink ups with my n***as I got on the phone and caught up with some midgets I got dressed, I mixed the p**y with Versace I smoked a joint and took a beer, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie

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