• А
  • Б
  • В
  • Г
  • Д
  • Е
  • Ж
  • З
  • И
  • К
  • Л
  • М
  • Н
  • О
  • П
  • Р
  • С
  • Т
  • У
  • Ф
  • Х
  • Ц
  • Ч
  • Ш
  • Э
  • Ю
  • Я
  • A
  • B
  • C
  • D
  • E
  • F
  • G
  • H
  • I
  • J
  • K
  • L
  • M
  • N
  • O
  • P
  • Q
  • R
  • S
  • T
  • U
  • V
  • W
  • X
  • Y
  • Z
  • #
  • Текст песни Wiz Khalifa - The Grinder

    Просмотров:
    0 чел. считают текст песни верным
    0 чел. считают текст песни неверным
    Тут находится текст песни Wiz Khalifa - The Grinder, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
    Uh, rolling up the grass, living better than them niggas
    That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up
    Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
    Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
    Somebody be dropping off some trees
    I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain’t gotta
    Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper
    I swear ain’t nobody do me no favours
    Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition
    Easy part’s forgetting, but the hardest part’s to try forgiving
    Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking I was one to wait up on
    Cause I was young thought I was dumb
    Nigga, what you made’s a photographic memory
    Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
    And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
    And those other ones not to mention your niggas
    You caught ‘em repping Taylor Gang with us

    [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
    I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
    I spark up a J and ask ‘em if they wanna take one with us
    Made man, ain’t nobody make a nigga
    ‘Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
    You niggas too small dawg, me I’m thinking bigger
    Critics comment on how I’m smoking weed and drinking liquor
    Or how I was nominated, but not the winner
    But you should start counting on how much I made this year

    Yeah nigga, I’m up in the air, nigga
    And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga
    Owner of the team, I ain’t even a player, nigga
    Four hours up, niggas ain’t caring now it’s getting dark for you niggas it ain't even fair, nigga
    Blowing hella dank, I mean so much I think it’s growing out my hair
    The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there

    Опрос: Верный ли текст песни?
    ДаНет