Wiz Khalifa - Dispensary Lyrics
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]Beg your pardon but let me smokeAnd my squad they be gettin' that doughGettin paid and we smokeTaking them planes everywhere we goDon't gotta ask cus you already know[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]Heard you niggas was ballin'We ain't nothing alikeDug some crack in my palm, on them cold nightsNow it's just champagne, on cold iceAnd expensive cars and all the women that we likeYou never had conversations with bad *****esWho don't need youGive them the up all night and they gon' feed youYou be living fast, but the pays rightYou ain't ready you short still gettin' stage frightBout a dollar, twistin' that marijuanaThe car older than me, I'm sliding in that ImpalaGot niggas actin' like *****es, *****es realer than niggas***** that shit ain't knew I been hustlin' with killersSeen so much when that trunk popSee them red and blue lights and we don't stopDamn, that's just what a nigga been throughWhat the ***** you want me to do? Real shit[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]Beg your pardon but let me smokeAnd my squad they be gettin' that doughGettin paid and we smokeTaking them planes everywhere we goDon't gotta ask cus you already know[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]Hoppin' out that mo*****in'Gettin' out that mo*****in'I got so much mo*****in'That I don't even mo*****in'Why you niggas even mad at meI'll gladly teach you niggas how to rapYou probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you ass backwardsAnd that's when something bad happensYou be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad averageYou niggas lookin' like mad rappersPull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murdaIllest that you've heard ofDoin' shows with my shirt offProblems with any of my dogs then they squared offHeard of, feelings cus of the dollars I've been gettingSmoking joints with your womenAnd we all chillin', Taylor Gang[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]Beg your pardon but let me smokeAnd my squad they be gettin' that doughGettin paid and we smokeTaking them planes everywhere we goDon't gotta ask cus you already know[Verse 3: Berner]20 grand in each earSpace Jam 11 got three pairWeed so strong I don't need clearMy cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three yearsThe world keeps turning, and my girls keep workingHundred pack flipper, your team still hurtingLast minute trips to masterpiece don't tickThe rims on the whip all chrome clipseI'm fly really, I don't tryRed eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guyBig dog stacker, punk ***** slap a ***** trappin'And I ain't never gonna switch upI brought my new ***** with me to the pickupAnd if they hit us they gon' leave blood with usDrug dealers please pull my mud thickerPardon me for smoking[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]Beg your pardon but let me smokeAnd my squad they be gettin' that doughGettin paid and we smokeTaking them planes everywhere we goDon't gotta ask cus you already know
