
Personal Party Wiz Khalifa, Cardo & Sledgren
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[Intro]
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything
Got your pussy wetter than a hurricane
Pay the bill, tell her, "Keep the change"
[Chorus]
We don't really pass ’em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
We don’t really pass 'em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
[Verse 1]
By the time you hear this one
I'll be high, somewhere on a mission
Probably flying somewhere, me and a couple bitches
Who look good as they do in they pictures
Look 'em up, they got shit like CEO in they description
Rather bring her back to her seat, her shit too expensive
THC pills and McQueen shots, we twisted
None of us spilled our drinks when the plane lifted off, destination was typed in
And, baby girl, you the type that might end up in my bed before the night end
Made sure she was in her right mind
Some nigga rolled her a joint, I threw that shit out and let her hit mine
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything
Got your pussy wetter than a hurricane
Pay the bill, tell her, "Keep the change"
[Chorus]
We don't really pass ’em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
We don’t really pass 'em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
[Verse 1]
By the time you hear this one
I'll be high, somewhere on a mission
Probably flying somewhere, me and a couple bitches
Who look good as they do in they pictures
Look 'em up, they got shit like CEO in they description
Rather bring her back to her seat, her shit too expensive
THC pills and McQueen shots, we twisted
None of us spilled our drinks when the plane lifted off, destination was typed in
And, baby girl, you the type that might end up in my bed before the night end
Made sure she was in her right mind
Some nigga rolled her a joint, I threw that shit out and let her hit mine
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