Wiz Khalifa – Bammer Lyrics

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[Intro]
Okay
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit (Okay), it’s TGOD

[Verse 1]
Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’
Bitch, get high, come and live this life
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife
Make her roll this joint, when she get inside
You be home on your own but your friends ain’t shy
Bust down Rollie, make my wrist hit bright
You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe
Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight
Good day time, you a freak at night
Hoes get mad, better keep that vibe
When you live like me, you don’t see that price
Want that bag, don’t need likes
OG swag, don’t need stripes
Only gas, that’s only right
Smokin’ tree, my only vice

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed (Okay)
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

[Verse 2]
Don’t give me no bammer joint
If it’s in my bag, know the grass on point
Only real ones roll big doinks
Kinda into her friend, if she, she can join
Rolled up when she heard my voice
She comin’ with me, she ain’t got no choice
Six Dússe, no Rolls Royce
Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche
Only hit one time, she callin’
No NBA team, we ballin’
Don’t take ’em on trips, don’t spoil ’em
New that, new this, need all ’em
New whip, new paint like Rodman
No brake, straight gas, you stallin’
Don’t take no brakes, I’m doubtin’
See me, big smoke like fireman

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

Wiz Khalifa feat. Juicy J & Chevy Woods – Bombay & Lemonade Lyrics

(Intro – Juicy J)
Right here, let’s get ratchet, uh huh

(Verse 1 – Juicy J)
Trippy like bombay paper planes
Pints of codeine, pounds of Mary Jane
If I didn’t have my dope, I would go insane
24/7 high, I will never change
Need my vicadin, I need my loyal tabs
I need a bad bi**h with enormous a$$
Every day I’m throwed my ni**a
When you making this money, this how it goes my ni**a

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(Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa)
Rolling and blowing it by the O, my ni**a
Sipping and smoking, that’s how I get it in motion
Smoking the loudest and give you ni**as the roaches
Shows and after parties for all the pictures, be posing
Don’t you doubt all that s**t, so that ni**a be pouring
Slowing down, weed going round
I’m lighting up, it’s going down

(Verse 3 – Chevy Woods)
Lemonade and gin, I be pouring up
Roll another one cause I ain’t never high enough
TGOD, that’s how we live it up
For some real ni**as, yeah you gotta give it up
It’s like a joy stick, yeah my ni**as play us too
Do or die, I be smoking on a J or 2
That’s some pimp type s**t me and my ni**as do
Yeah, we f**ked up, what you heard is true

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone

(Verse 4 – Chevy Woods)
I’m playing that eight track and that seven deuce
With a whole cup of that Taylor juice
Your bi**h all around, we call that on the loose
With her hair blown and weave off the roof
My jewelry clean, that jar full
She got good brain, that’s law school
Wanna get high, trippy, f**ked up ni**a
Oh you wanna get high, might as well pull with ya

(Verse 5: Wiz Khalifa)
I’m drinking, I’m smoking
I’m faded, I’m loaded
Got weed smoked, got a bottle of gin
Got a bank roll, brought it all to spend
Got some pre rolls, brought all of em in
And we getting smokey

(Verse 6 – Juicy J)
I’m the money man with the money team
Your money talk, well my money sing
I’m a rock star, bi**h I’m a Memphis king
Out in Hollywood, living every ni**a dream
With a bunch of white girls in a limousine
Bout to pass the f**k out on this cup of lean
Hey white girl, have a couple of beans
Now let’s make a movie full of f**king scenes

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone
I’m on that Bombay and lemonade
That’s what be sipping on
Riding clean and sitting low
Rolling all my weed til it’s gone