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Исполнитель: Wiz Khalifa
Название песни: B.A.R.
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Wiz Khalifa - B.A.R. текст песни, lyrics

Fuckin' hoes everywhere we go 
Taylor Gang, paper planes 
Uh, they lovin' what I say 
Tell her keep count 
What you other niggaz speak bout 

[VERSE 1] 
Lamborghini dreams, beach house wishes 
Poor bottles of champagne for my beach house bitches 
It ain't new to me, the money boy I been bout 
Throwin 100's on the floor, I tell her keep count 
Nigga, they in love wit what I say 
Cuz I, really live the life you other niggaz speak bout 
Got my camera man, he down to do a movie for me 
Couple niggaz round us, down to do the shootin' for me 
I'm still ridin' wit my main bitch 
She rollin' the joint, somethin' old school playin' 
She love me, we fuck and we in the fly-free zone 
When some niggaz will captain-save-it 
I let her shop till she drop dead 
Sleepin' in her crib, wake up to decent pot plan 
Jordan shorts and a pear of polo socks, blazin' 
Wit yo bitch, you wanna live smoke this 

I'm glad to be here, I been waitin' so long (so long, so long) 
I finally found me a cloud to float on (float on) 
And I'ma float on (float on) 
Float on (float on) 
And I'ma float on (float on) 
Float on, float on, float on 
And I don't have much, but I'll take all I got and that's what I give (what I give) 
What I get in return is the money I earn, and the life I live (life I live) 
I'm so gone as I burn after rolling (after rolling) 
And float on, and float on, and float on 

[VERSE 2] 
Talk numbers, I hire people to speak for me 
If you love her, then hide your bitch so you keep shorty 
Ever fly private 
So much diamonds in my chain, hella sky mileage 
I fell asleep on a plane 
And never woke up, and now I'm living a dream 
Suckas hate hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king 
They wanna live comfortably, sippin on champagne 
Real niggaz fuck with me, so drama is not a thing 
I gave my momma the ocean 
Told her anything to come through the door to open the whole clip 
I'm wit yo bitch smokin, let her keep the mid, I'ma roll this potent 
Hotel so close to the water 
You can even here the ocean 
Them bitches can't breathe 
Beware of them niggaz wit tattoo sleeves 


[VERSE 3] 
Wanna smoke, cuz they know that I keep flavors 
Tell me how them other niggaz lame 
And she love the cool crowd, so she fuckin' with the Taylors 
Wear All-Stars and smoke papers 
iPhone with no ringtones 
Vibrate or on plane mode 
Palm trees and bomb pre-rolls 
The weed burnin, but the money just fold 
While I'm lookin at you niggaz face 
Light another L, and pull the liquor out the case 
Niggaz try and fail, see me now they wanna hate 
Fly another plane, a different city, another state 
My cash change the forecast 
As the team was half-baked before class 
Now I smoke joints wit others niggaz hoes, and this shit you burn after you roll 


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