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irie (feat. wiz khalifa) - ty dolla $ign lyrics

[hook]
i wake up and roll some dank up with my n-ggas
i got on the phone and caught up with some b-tches
i got dressed, i mixed the tisa with versace
i smoked a joint and took a br, now i’m irie

i’m irie, i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, yeah, i’m irie
i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie

[verse 1]
went on in brooklyn i send runners to bodegas
don’t bring no dutchie back homie, i prefer papers, i prefer papers
and i got love for the nets but it’s still lakers
i turn my music up, f-ck my neighbors
i hit jfk, i’m going back to cali
i got some og kush from san fernando valley
my n-gga beezy on the way from humboldt county
we keep some organic weed, d-mn it, we from gr-ss valley
i got a bad b-tch riding shotgun with the shotgun
pocket full of money and some condoms
i’mma drop your b-tch back off when i’m done
hope you make your b-tch get in the shower
that’s your b-tch, she my b-tch, too
she let the homie in, too
n-ggas be cuffin’ while their b-tches be f-ckin’
my n-gga, that ain’t nothing new
i’m the n-gga that your b-tch come to
when she wanna cheat on you
i h-lla be tripping, too, but i got my b-tches in you

[hook]
i wake up and roll some dank up with my n-ggas
i got on the phone and caught up with some b-tches
i got dressed, i mixed the tisa with versace
i smoked a joint and took a br, now i’m irie

i’m irie, i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, yeah, i’m irie
i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
it’s taylor gang, i get so high that is irrational
when i pull up in first cl-ss, it’s international
i know some ratchet b-tches and they rep the north side
we ain’t smoking on that pack unless it’s certified
blowing by the zone, n-gga, worth the grown
smoking on that strong, give me dome while i’m on the phone
take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it
roll them joints up big as f-ck, they tell me slow my roll
this young boy gonna live it up
p-ss the loud, you’d think that i smoke flavors
no b-tches in the hood that don’t smoke papers
ain’t tryina hear ’bout what you need because i got it
it’s on the plane cause i can’t leave the crib without it
claim you smoke more weed than me, i really doubt it
if she wake up and roll a joint that mean she ’bout it
and rest in peace, go to my n-gga ray
now we call it kk and we smoke it all day
straight to the face, f-ck what the police say

[hook]
i wake up and roll some dank up with my n-ggas
i got on the phone and caught up with some b-tches
i got dressed, i mixed the tisa with versace
i smoked a joint and took a br, now i’m irie

i’m irie, i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, yeah, i’m irie
i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie
i’m irie, i’m irie

- ty dolla ign lyrics

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