Vanity Fair By Wiz Khalifa
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So she ran up on me and she was like “Damn, I miss you”
I had to tell the young lady
“You can’t miss what you still have
See, can’t nobody take your spot
You don’t miss me, you just missing’ out”
Ha-ha-ha
Uh, I got you open off the words I spit
They tired of the rest, they need some gangster ***
Say I’m the best once the *** get lit
Don’t leave your girl around me cause she might get hit
I rock Celine and all types of ***
At night, we in the studio, where mics get ripped
Doing my thing like a titan
These niggas’ mouth hurt from all the biting
Niggas soft, I ain’t nothing like ’em, don’t need ’em
Say they my man but I don’t believe ’em
I’m getting tanned with a Puertorican
Dropping new *** for my fans
Rings on the fingers, we them champs
Pull up to the party, *** as ***, I roll up in advance
I already know you niggas fake, never trust you again
Keep a lil’ McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants
‘Nother red carpet, if they hit you up when I land
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
It’s Only *** Bro
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Relax
It’s only ***
