Wiz announced while live on U-Stream that the official tittle of his album is " Rolling Papers" & it will be released on March 29th. He also revealed that it will feature Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, Too $hort & Curren$y,and that the track list and album art dropping in the next two weeks. Looks like he added some Black & Yellow style to that fro that hes been workin' on.
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[T-Pain] Nappy Boy, ooooh wee Ooooh wee Everybody say yeaaaah Oh oh oh… Hey eh eh eh eh [Verse 1] We been messin’ round for a long (long time) A while now (while now, uh) And you already know what’s on my mind (mind) It’s goin’ down now (it’s goin’ down now?) And I don’t need no background music, girl I turn it loud now I got the gangsta feelin’ And I’ma do somethin’ to you To you, to you Oh We can take it over The Bay Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh) Or just put on that N.W.A. Comin’ Straight Outta Compton on that p-ssy, baby And we can all night long (haha) I’m bout to have yo’ head gone And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong But we can make love to a rap song
[Hook] Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh) We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
[Verse 2] And you been on my mind all day (all day) I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh) And I’ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I’ma let you finish (let you finish!) You can get it (you can get it) Or we can do it east coast style and I’ll keep on my fitted I said I got the gangsta feelin’ I feel like breakin’ you off You off, you off Off We can take it way down south Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss’ girl) Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!) Wait, hold up She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk I’m bout to have yo’ head gone
And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong But we can make love to a rap song
[Hook] Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh) We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
[Rick Ross] My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag Right now you rockin’ wit the finest and I mean that (uh) Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh) Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at? Makin’ love to a rap song Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah) Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh) (Hot) that’s all shawty ever was Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks (Hot) is all shawty ever been Om Blow a couple racks in Barney’s on that Phillip Lim Ballin’, it’s ya birthday You know that champagne’ll get ya boy to first base Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger Number one n-ggas Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender
[Hook] Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh) We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafu-ka I’m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh) We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
Pledge Allegiance To The Swag T.I. feat. Rick Ross
[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that sh-t right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherf--ker go ding, that’s a 150 thou Yeah, that sh-t should add up to about 5.4 I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet
[Chorus: T.I.] I stay on my grind cause that come first If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt All that’s on my mind is get that dough He try me imma take you places you don’t wanna go 56 stacks of more and I’m in your town Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]
[Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don’t know Off the motherf--kin’ chain, play the game how it go I ain’t in the game still imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear You don’t know me homie you can get the f--k from round here I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know Let’s be clear, I’m a motherf--kin’ G and you a hoe Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy I’m the coolest in the city bitch While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly sh-t Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ sh-t Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash I demand you to raise your hand and Pledge Allegiance To The Swag
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] World got no money call me David Copperfield A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear We control the corners, that’s usual politics Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears Movin’ how I move, I f--k with a selected few Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this sh-t is top notch Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by Young niggas bow down to the kings In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.] The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout sh-t Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick If you talking bout some paper step into my office On some pimp house sh-t, written out chicks, F--k ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever, don’t interrupt my countin’ Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’ He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’ Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance
[Chorus]
[T.I Talking] Ay my n-gga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying, you come f-ck with me on that bullsh-t you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga, you understand that n-gga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig Aye listen, all you other sucker ass n-gga homeboys I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog you understand say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog aye my n-gga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying n-ggas say no more homes nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying n-gga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, n-gga you know, say homeboy my worst muthf-cking mistake was the best you ever hope for know what I’m saying, I forgot more sh-t than you could remember n-gga, I got more muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying big bank take little bank n-gga wassup…
