Texty:
Wiz Khalifa Burn After Rolling

rather see me somewhere on the floor then the ceiling of this thing But I can give a damn what a little nigga think I pop more champagne, peel another sweet Catch Wiz

Yea man It's ya boy Young Khalifa man Wiz Khalifa Whatever the fuck you wanna call me and uh, its '09, Star year, yea So we gone do this like this Taylor

I met you through your best friend I was on the roll and you said i sing all your favorite songs my room was in the west inn drive was even close be there

her to Mars. We can party ima put some Jordan shorts on Roll joints and play some old school songs. Amazed on how it's so easily roll hate niggas

[Verse1:] okaay And they say don't say it less you mean it Back when i was young i say i will be the one People say they couldn't see it But on the other

m Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, [Chorus] Shawty Make Me Feel Like We Fuckin On Tha Pill

gon bake it But I never sold it More like a weed tota, mota rolla Nextel chirpa Your girl is a slurpa, but you don' know it Young Wiz told me, he put

at And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room, we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at What's this? Burn after

the sidekicks for the bitches i'm young khalifa i'm young khalifa i'm young khalifa i'm young khalifa i'm young khalifa i'm young khalifa i'm young khalifa