Irie (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

歌詞

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches 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, I prefer papers And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers I turn my music up, fuck my neighbors I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley My nigga Beezy on the way from 'County We keep supporting, damn it, we from grass valley I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun Pocket full of money and some condoms I'mma drop your bitch back off when I'm done Hope you make your bitch get in the shower That's your bitch, she my bitch, too She let the homie in, too Niggas be cuffin' while their bitches be fuckin' My nigga, that ain't nothing new I'm the nigga that your bitch come to When she wanna cheat on you I hella be tripping, too, but I got my bitches in you I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches 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 bitches and they rep the North side We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified Glowing by the zone, nigga, 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 fuck, they tell me smell my ' This young boy gonna live it up Pass the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors No bitches 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 a trip 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 nigga right Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day Straight to the face, fuck 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 bitches 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