Lirik Lagu Young, Wild & Free (feat. Snoop Dogg & Bruno Mars) - Wiz Khalifa
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So what we get drunk?So what we smoke weed?We’re just having funWe don’t care who seesSo what we go out?That’s how it's supposed to beLiving young and wild and free
Uh, Uh huhSo what I keep ‘em rolled up?Saggin’ my pants, not caring what I showKeep it real with my niggasKeep it player for these hoesAnd look clean don't it?Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on itGive me some 501 jeans on itRoll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingersAnd smoke them hoes down ’til they stingersYou a class clown and if I skip for the dayI’m with your bitch smokin’ grade A
You know what?It’s like I’m 17 againPeach fuzz on my faceLookin’, on the caseTryna find a hella tasteOh my god, I’m on the chase, ChevyIt's gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ itDippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ awayZip in the safe, flippin’ for payTippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paintUp front, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J”
And I don't even careCause if me and my team in thereThere's gonna be some weed in the airTell 'em Mac
Blowin' everywhere we goin' and now you knowin'When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up
That's how it should be doneSoon as you thinkin' you're downFind how to turn things aroundNow things are lookin' up
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor GangSo turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang
Now I'm chillin', fresh outta class, feelin'Like I'm on my own and I could probably own a buildingGot my own car, no job, no childrenHad a science project, me and Mac killed it
T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as meThis is us, we gon' fussAnd we gon' fight and we gon' rollAnd live off life
Yeah, roll one, smoke oneWhen you live like this you’re supposed to partyRoll one, smoke one, and we all just having funSo we just, roll one, smoke oneWhen you live like this you’re supposed to partyRoll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
Uh, Uh huhSo what I keep ‘em rolled up?Saggin’ my pants, not caring what I showKeep it real with my niggasKeep it player for these hoesAnd look clean don't it?Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on itGive me some 501 jeans on itRoll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingersAnd smoke them hoes down ’til they stingersYou a class clown and if I skip for the dayI’m with your bitch smokin’ grade A
You know what?It’s like I’m 17 againPeach fuzz on my faceLookin’, on the caseTryna find a hella tasteOh my god, I’m on the chase, ChevyIt's gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ itDippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ awayZip in the safe, flippin’ for payTippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paintUp front, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J”
And I don't even careCause if me and my team in thereThere's gonna be some weed in the airTell 'em Mac
Blowin' everywhere we goin' and now you knowin'When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up
That's how it should be doneSoon as you thinkin' you're downFind how to turn things aroundNow things are lookin' up
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor GangSo turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang
Now I'm chillin', fresh outta class, feelin'Like I'm on my own and I could probably own a buildingGot my own car, no job, no childrenHad a science project, me and Mac killed it
T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as meThis is us, we gon' fussAnd we gon' fight and we gon' rollAnd live off life
Yeah, roll one, smoke oneWhen you live like this you’re supposed to partyRoll one, smoke one, and we all just having funSo we just, roll one, smoke oneWhen you live like this you’re supposed to partyRoll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
