Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Big Shadow
Text:
Yessir!
I say yessir!
I just copped a chain that I like
I just got some brain at the light
I don’t even exchange if I don’t like it
I go off the brain I don’t write
I’ve flown too many planes in my life
I need a bad bitch, not a wife
I need that plastic when I swipe
I need a million dollars, not advice
Call me, I hit, never call her twice
Call me the kid, my flow very nice
New car, new crib, watch look like a bucket full of ice
Fuck it I’m just livin’ life
All my niggas trained to go, but we don’t wanna fight
Never coppin’ when I land, we bring it on the flight
Said he got a mil, said I’ll be there by tonight
And I’m a boss, so I never pay the full price
I go off the brain I don’t write
I’ve flown too many planes in my life
I need a bad bitch, not a wife
I need that plastic when I swipe
I need a million dollars, not advice
Call me, I hit, never call her twice
Call me the kid, my flow very nice
New car, new crib, watch look like a bucket full of ice
Fuck it I’m just livin’ life
All my niggas trained to go, but we don’t wanna fight
Never coppin’ when I land, we bring it on the flight
Said he got a mil, said I’ll be there by tonight
And I’m a boss, so I never pay the full price
Silver shadow
I leave these niggas in the dust, they wish they could be us
Glowing shadow
These fake niggas I don’t trust ‘cuz they see me out
Shining brightly
In the air, in the air
For all to see
And we ain’t goin’ nowhere, we gon’ be right here
Big shadow, don’t battle
But if I did, a nigga get dismantled
Up shit’s creek, no paddle
Shit get deep, you shallow
Switch classrooms, need bad hoes
I can roll a paper plane with my eyes closed
Don’t get rest, always on post
I’m sleepless, Seattle
Blowin’ Cali kush, blue flannel
With a bad bitch, no manners
Yeah she look good, can’t stand her
Young rich nigga, don’t matter
I’m the one, get the two or three after
You my sons, that’s what I do with these bastards
I roll the kush up ‘cuz I need laughter
My life a movie, no actors
I can roll a paper plane with my eyes closed
Don’t get rest, always on post
I’m sleepless, Seattle
Blowin’ Cali kush, blue flannel
With a bad bitch, no manners
Yeah she look good, can’t stand her
Young rich nigga, don’t matter
I’m the one, get the two or three after
You my sons, that’s what I do with these bastards
I roll the kush up ‘cuz I need laughter
My life a movie, no actors
Silver shadow
I leave these niggas in the dust, they wish they could be us
Glowing shadow
These fake niggas I don’t trust ‘cuz they see me out
Shining brightly
In the air, in the air
For all to see
And we ain’t goin’ nowhere, we gon’ be right here
