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cream corn - wiz khalifa lyrics

[intro]
yup, that’s right. i’m running things. i’m running things. cream corn. that’s why they call me that. smooth. i got more measure for your pleasure. stick with me, baby. i’ll let you fart through silk. and let a n*gga mess with me. i’ll jump on him. all night, three pounds of pure dynamite

[verse 1]
ah, soon as the door lift
i roll another spliff, she cl!ck her heels and get down to business
no referee, but i’m so official
baby, wipe your eyes, no more tears use these hundreds for tissue
dress you like you in magazines, the vip issue
rollin’ up, enjoyin’ the scene, thеn takes you, i miss you
we outta herе, this a missile, smoke clouds got me invisible
don’t really f*ck with the crowd, i’m individual
online shoppin’ for products, my money digital
so we can talk about it
i’m taking nugs out the draw till i’m unconscious
i’m making the mall see multiple colors when the watch lift
learn how to ball, i don’t sit with y’all i’m in the c*ckpit
rolling a joint big as a cigar
wishing i’d fall, sorry dawg
you gon’ need a new p*wn to throw your change in
you too small

[chorus]
soon as we coming we be back in the wall to wall
anything happen if it’s action i call my dogs
she hit the back and ran it back cause she falling in love
real n*gga that’s a fact i’m all of your bub (oh)
real n*gga that’s a fact i’m all of your bub
real ones bad b*tches that’s what this is for
(bad b*tches that’s what this is for)
down to spin it on we weed, asking what it cost
party at the after party
i’ma throw this money, make your back bend shorty
[verse 2]
my hotel really don’t care about the smell
say you tryna hit the weed, but you don’t inhale
take it slow, girl, be careful with yourself
got some wax, dr. dab you gon’ need a nap
starting to think your phone tapped
you n*gga know everything, location been disclosed
even watchin’ the footage from your ring
gettin’ all suspicious cause you actin’ single
my passwords work anywhere, what you wanna see?
smokin’ with breakfast on the terrace, you should come with me
was supposed to kick it for a day, you stay for a week
your homegirls gettin’ nervous, they barely see you
got you shoppin’ for a vizu
j*panese denim, take em off, i’m sliding in you
what’s on the room service menu?
need some more papers, i’ma send you

- wiz khalifa lyrics

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