[Verse 1]
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Nigga, yeah, fresh up off the plane
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Real niggas embrace my music and bitches go insane
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Even they kids throwin' up the gang
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They don't bother pronouncin' my name
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They just look at my chain
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Boy how much you spent on it?
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This ain't nothin' but hard work
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and what you can get from it
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Ain't no toilet paper but this smell like the shit
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don't it?
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Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin
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'til we get sick stomached
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And them suckas ain't gotta like it
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'cause ya bitch love it
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Ima roll it
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She gon' light it
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Tell me she in desperate need
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of a pilot
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I told her kick her feet up
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We gon' go to my crib
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soon as I roll this weed up
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Call some friends of yours
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and we could all have a smoke out!
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You ain't gotta hold it too long
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This is rapper weed
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Couple hits is all you gon' need
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In my Versace frames, I'm blazed!
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Somewhere on the island
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Smokin' some ray, middle of the day,
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drunk dialin'
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Be surprised by how high a nigga get
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I'm a different kind of fly, we ain't on the same shit
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Nigga!
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[Chorus]
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I won't land
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won't land, won't land [x5]
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[Verse 2]
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No need to apologize
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You should know how fly niggas do
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Only EZ-Widers
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Been done with them cigarillos fool
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I been on the road choppin' and killin' them interviews
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Heard I left a major deal
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but my paper major still
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And all of them fans in love with me
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'cause I say what's real
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So I can never give a fuck!
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how a hater feel
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But uh, every time they send a driver for me and Will
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I call her doin' my talkin' on the field
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At first niggas was tough,
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they don't wanna be gangstas now
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Faces of my flow,
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yeah they copy and paste my style
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Wouldn't think I notice it
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While in my hotel, smokin wit yo bitch
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Fool! Haha
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And this is it, what!
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Relax your feet, put on some music
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Roll a zip up
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And we gon' smoke it 'til it's gone
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Ever see me cough?
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Can't speak for suckas who do
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Because I'm G'd up! What!
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Haha! Ah!
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[Chorus]
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Won't Land
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| Wiz Khalifa |
