Breeze Berner & B-Real (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)
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[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh, we get gone in the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Riding sitting low in the seat
Just tell me if you’re ready to roll
Oh
[Verse 1: B-Real]
You wanna book the Doctor
But you can’t afford me, [Pay Up]
But if you got the paper call Harry Gordy, [Harry!]
He’ll book you for a consultation, I’ll prescribe you medication
You’ll be vibing like it’s meditation
Feeling wasted , don’t make me have this shatter
Wrapped up round a white girl, put it in the L like it don’t matter
We keep rollin’ it fatter and fatter
She hit it harder pullin' like a monster and I don’t mind that shit for starters
Down to the finish, we winning, the flower glistenin'
Just listen
We twistin’ the fire and higher we getting
Light up this fire then flippin’ and sippin’
The finest shit, wired and trippin’
We keep climbin', the elevation is too much for you bitches
Come on face it off the paper that was chasin'
Seems outrageous but the grind is contagious
And I got pages and pages of game
And I’m watching all of you fuckin' haters go through your stages
Oh, we get gone in the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Riding sitting low in the seat
Just tell me if you’re ready to roll
Oh
[Verse 1: B-Real]
You wanna book the Doctor
But you can’t afford me, [Pay Up]
But if you got the paper call Harry Gordy, [Harry!]
He’ll book you for a consultation, I’ll prescribe you medication
You’ll be vibing like it’s meditation
Feeling wasted , don’t make me have this shatter
Wrapped up round a white girl, put it in the L like it don’t matter
We keep rollin’ it fatter and fatter
She hit it harder pullin' like a monster and I don’t mind that shit for starters
Down to the finish, we winning, the flower glistenin'
Just listen
We twistin’ the fire and higher we getting
Light up this fire then flippin’ and sippin’
The finest shit, wired and trippin’
We keep climbin', the elevation is too much for you bitches
Come on face it off the paper that was chasin'
Seems outrageous but the grind is contagious
And I got pages and pages of game
And I’m watching all of you fuckin' haters go through your stages
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