We Dem Boyz Remix (feat. Rick Ross, ScHoolboy Q & Nas) (Explicit)

We Dem Boyz Remix (feat. Rick Ross, ScHoolboy Q & Nas) - Wiz Khalifa (維茲·卡利法)/Rick Ross/Schoolboy Q/Nas

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we makin' noise

Hol up we dem boyz

Now I've been in this game for a long time

And I'm still getting money

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we makin' noise

Paranoid as a child blessed to be a dreamer

B**ch we dem boys we the Beatles

1-8-7 no appeal get it how you live

Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge

First round draft pick hittas stay in the field

On that poor side of town grinding to pay our bills

They hate to see you flourish so I draw the curtains

I'm so high up in the sky that my I won't get no service

Democracy be the d**e community in the choke

The warden just caught his case

He was looking forward to vote

Ni**a count your blessings lighters on the dresser

I scoped it a whole body so yes I'm well invested

From Fig row to the airport to them Iceland hoes

Head to London then to Paris double sold out shows

Then I fell asleep in my Saint-Laurent and woke up

Stunt more

And just recent ni**a my teeth is nickel

Got disco-ball glow

Niggas throwin' shots but I dodge 'em all

You can't touch this

Don't believe if my name involved in some punk sh*t

Half a mil a week crib by the beach got bank roll

Got a b**ch who got booty-cheeks good neck though

Hold up hol up hol up this game we play

You can't control us

Hol up hol up they knew us cause the way we pulled up

Hold up hol up my b**ch her shape like Coca-Cola

Hold up hol up Wiz on joints my woods be rolled up

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we makin' noise

Hol up we dem boyz

Now I've been in this game for a long time

And I'm still getting money

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we makin' noise

I never give a rat a pass

It's the fattest a** that attracts me

How do I define Nasty Ghastly

Explain Esco

Plain and simple with a redbone in the Benz'o sippin' XO

From the Don to God's Son the Project Prophet the live one

The father of Destiny Knight's pops Will's man

Jungle's brother

Girl I house you like the Jungle Brothers understand

I shine before ya'll time

I been outside when T La Rock invented rhymes

When dinner time and BBS's

On tinted Saab's was getting robbed

I'm 20 in still outside don't ask for it

That parched up from here on

That half moon is that Nas cut

We been 'em niggas

That's been them That's been them ask any

Mass Appeal history Henny sippers

Let's get it ni**a

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we makin' noise

Hol up we dem boyz

Keys to my estate put the cheese inside a safe

Drinkin' by the case that be the reason why they hate

Fresh up outta cell to the seats of private planes

Roll at least an ounce a day smokin' w**d is my escape

Peddle to the floor make sure my niggas straight

Every city-state I'm tryna break the piggie bank

Some niggas get put on some niggas get played

Take another selfie watch my lawyer beat the case

We Dem Boyz

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we makin' noise

Hol up we dem boyz

Now I've been in this game for a long time

And I'm still getting money

Hol up hol up we dem boyz

Hol up hol up we makin' noise