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pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn

Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh
the people know (where you from?)
Pittsburgh wiz khalifa bouta bring it home
Is he shakin fools (yes!)
Is he makin moves (yes!)
Whatchu gonna do (what
I am whatever I am
Only God can judge me, now I'm

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I've got three strikes
Pittsburgh sound
And Imma always hold pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn

Roll
If you ain't talkin' money,
We ain't talkin'
This is DJ Khaled
Lex Luger

I can't even walk
My pockets too heavy
Got that forty on me now
Them
you've told me what it is
I'd better point you towards the wiz

He's the wiz, he's the man
He's the only one
Who can give your wish right to ya
He's
to my Queen

What y'all smoking on though?
That's a little OG, that Dolla $ign OG. This shit flight nigga
Hey you bleeding? God damn
I got the Wiz Khalifa
and playettes, teachers, staff, and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa
got a fleet-a
Send em work like it ain't a leak-a
I practice what I preach-a
If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya

I got a murder charge now
(Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa)
Talk about what's gon' get done to a nigga, until I run in to niggas
Might dress kinda funny to niggas, I got more money than
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
Shit

It's Wiz Khalifa man
This shit hot, right?

Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think
True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink
This one look like that one
That one match this one, fuck it

Money, money, money
It's young Khalifa man
And I got money hoes money and hoes
And I
My feet on the floor, I???m ???bout to turn up now 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 
I be rockin' J's or 
I be rockin' Taylors 
I got lots
better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
Tryna O.D. on THC
Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
Talkin' bout “I live and breathe you”
And you pretend to be as mentally and physically addicted to me
As Wiz Khalifa is to reefer
Don’t wanna be without
phone
So you never could call it
Don't need my name on my show
You can tell it I'm ballin'
Swish, what a shame could have got picked
Had a really
and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
ounce of reefer
Rocked that "Black and Yellow" before Wiz Khalifa
It's a killer bee color scheme, I blow mega cream
Bingos face before I scream, know
her what it's hittin' for and I ain't gotta tell her twice
And it's goin' down tonight, ain't got the time to take you out
I'm only in town tonight,
don't trust every word I say, I say (Wiz Khalifa man)
When I'm under the influence
It's a blur, but I want my way, my way
You know I'm under
smokin' good

Niggas know about what young Khalifa into
Love to smoke out, a lot of reefer in him
Get you skunked out, you know I'm street official
When
me feelin' nicer than Homer neighbor Ned 
I got that bomb kush straight from Hiroshima 
Orange Kush call that btch Wiz Khalifa 
President Obama got