Irie (Explicit)
Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa"Irie (Explicit)" เป็นเพลงของ Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa, 2018, Pop ความยาว 3:37, 58 lines / 513 words
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0:14I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
0:18I got on the phone and caught up with some women
0:22I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
0:25I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
0:29I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
0:34I'm irie yeah I'm irie
0:40I'm irie
0:44When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas
0:47Don't bring no dutchie back homie I prefer papers
0:51And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers
0:54I turn my music up f**k my neighbors
0:58I hit JFK I'm going back to Cali
1:02I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley
1:06My ni**a Beezy on the way from Humboldt County
1:09We keep some organic w**d damn it we from grass valley
1:13I got a bad b**ch riding shotgun with the shotgun
1:17Pocket full of money and some condoms
1:21I'mma drop your b**ch back off when I'm done
1:25Hope you make your b**ch get in the shower
1:28That's your b**ch she my b**ch too
1:30She let the homie hit too
1:32Niggas be cuffin' while their b**ches be f**kin'
1:34My ni**a that ain't nothing new
1:36I'm the ni**a that your b**ch come to
1:37When she wanna cheat on you
1:39I'd probably be tripping too but I got more b**ches than you
1:43I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
1:46I got on the phone and caught up with some women
1:50I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
1:54I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
1:58I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
2:03I'm irie yeah I'm irie
2:09I'm irie
2:12It's Taylor Gang I get so high that it's irrational
2:16When I pull up in first class it's international
2:19I know some ratchet b**ches and they rep the North side
2:23We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified
2:27Blowing by the zone ni**a worth the grown
2:29Smoking on that strong give me dome while I'm on the phone
2:33Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it
2:36Roll them joints up big as f**k they tell me slow my roll
2:40This young boy gonna live it up
2:42Pass the loud you'd think that I smoke flavors
2:46No b**ches in the hood that don't smoke papers
2:49Ain't tryina hear 'bout what you need because I got it
2:53It's on the plane cause I can't leave the crib without it
2:56Claim you smoke more w**d than me I really doubt it
3:00If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it
3:04And rest in peace go to my ni**a Ray
3:06Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day
3:09Straight to the face f**k what the police say
3:11I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas
3:15I got on the phone and caught up with some women
3:19I got dressed I mixed the Tisa with Versace
3:22I smoked a joint and took a BR now I'm irie
3:26I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie
3:32I'm irie yeah I'm irie
3:37I'm irie
I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some women I got dressed I mixed the Tisa 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 When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas Don't bring no dutchie back homie I prefer papers And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers I turn my music up f**k my neighbors I hit JFK I'm going back to Cali I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley My ni**a Beezy on the way from Humboldt County We keep some organic w**d damn it we from grass valley I got a bad b**ch riding shotgun with the shotgun Pocket full of money and some condoms I'mma drop your b**ch back off when I'm done Hope you make your b**ch get in the shower That's your b**ch she my b**ch too She let the homie hit too Niggas be cuffin' while their b**ches be f**kin' My ni**a that ain't nothing new I'm the ni**a that your b**ch come to When she wanna cheat on you I'd probably be tripping too but I got more b**ches than you I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some women I got dressed I mixed the Tisa 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 in first class it's international I know some ratchet b**ches and they rep the North side We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified Blowing by the zone ni**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**k they tell me slow my roll This young boy gonna live it up Pass the loud you'd think that I smoke flavors No b**ches in the hood that don't smoke papers Ain't tryina hear 'bout what you need because I got it It's on the plane cause I can't leave the crib without it Claim you smoke more w**d 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 ni**a Ray Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day Straight to the face f**k what the police say I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some women I got dressed I mixed the Tisa 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
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