Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – KK

Wiz Khalifa:
Is this the top?
I got my own weed, sucker, so I ain’t gotta hit yours
I’m talking straight indo

Cali weed blowing like a Rastaman
Kush seed straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I’m

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

I need it all the time
Don’t know what else to say
It’s always on my mind
That’s why every day I’m blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Put it in a joint, not a blunt
Don’t disrespect mine, player
This not the two, this the one
Don’t even need a scale

Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man

And you don’t even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it’s a payday
(one, two, three)
Top down, counting up the cake and

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

I need it all the time
Don’t know what else to say
It’s always on my mind
That’s why every day I’m blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Juicy J:
I got KK in my pipe
Pockets fat like Kelly Price
If you wanna take a hit you can’t be afraid of heights
You gon’ need some new lungs
Rolling up a blunter for em
While I’m smoking out the bong
Getting sucked like a thumb

Boy I’m in a daze
Tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should’ve called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade
Weed get the lemon taste
Never hit the bong, let me demonstrate

Project Pat:
Go and roll it, chief and choking
Marijuana, reefer smoking
Tried to sell me some under reggie foot up in his colon
Call the doctor, call the clinic, bullshit we staying with
Your life ain’t worth a motherfucking quarter, what you paying with?
(right now)

Khalifa kush a hundred pounds, that’s a half a mil
Memphis streets so eat this like a baby, like Enfamil
Lungs full of KK, have your mind on a runway
Blow my high, motherfucker, I’m a shoot up like an AK

Juicy J:
I’m white-house higher than Willie Nelson, on dabs the wax is melting
These clouds are smoking, help me, I’m flying like Elroy Jetson
I might bring a dispensary down in Tennessee
Whole pounds of granddaddy, but he ain’t no kin to me
(I’m staying with the greens, like collard)

Wiz Khalifa:
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

I need it all the time
Don’t know what else to say
It’s always on my mind
That’s why every day I’m blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK

Juicy J:
Blowing Khalifa kush
Blowing Khalifa kush
Blowing Khalifa kush
Blowing Khalifa kush