Текст Wiz Khalifa – Tequila Shots In The AM
Текст:
Yeah
And if you can’t smoke weed to it, I don’t wanna listen to it
(Uh) As the world keeps spinning
Keep turning these girls to women
Keep driving these cars and keep fucking these stars, I guess that’s the world we live in
Young niggas with executive decisions
Turn on the TV and see us winning
They wanna be me, I just wanna be free
Never heard ’em talk cheap, fuck a bad bitch to sleep
Take Tequila shots in the AM
Give you a play by play on how to get this paper
I gettin’ big, changed the gate code on my neighbours
Catching plays in the studio for days
Baby girl, come through, hook me up a plate
I’ve been grinding and my niggas on the same page
Walking up and gettin’ to it
Trees grinded and pressed
Not a role model but I speak my mind
Doing more than what you’re thinking
In the studio, blowin’ O’s, but our minds on the future tho’
Brainwash a couple bitches, bring ’em to the show
Take ’em to the crib, let you hit a switch, it ain’t ’bout shit
Talk it up, then live it out
Smell the aroma when I park the car and get up out
And go the way you niggas drove
I get a bitch I barely know
Get her home
Don’t want mamosas, she want Tequila shots in the AM
Give you a play by play on how to get this paper
I’m gettin’ big, now them niggas sayin’ we major
Young niggas with executive decisions
Turn on the TV and see us winning
They wanna be me, I just wanna be free
Never heard ’em talk cheap, fuck a bad bitch to sleep
Take Tequila shots in the AM
Give you a play by play on how to get this paper
I gettin’ big, changed the gate code on my neighbours
Catching plays in the studio for days
Baby girl, come through, hook me up a plate
I’ve been grinding and my niggas on the same page
Walking up and gettin’ to it
Trees grinded and pressed
Not a role model but I speak my mind
Doing more than what you’re thinking
In the studio, blowin’ O’s, but our minds on the future tho’
Brainwash a couple bitches, bring ’em to the show
Take ’em to the crib, let you hit a switch, it ain’t ’bout shit
Talk it up, then live it out
Smell the aroma when I park the car and get up out
And go the way you niggas drove
I get a bitch I barely know
Get her home
Don’t want mamosas, she want Tequila shots in the AM
Give you a play by play on how to get this paper
I’m gettin’ big, now them niggas sayin’ we major
Rollin’ J’s on the beach, catching rays
(Hmm, yeah)
(Hmm, yeah)