Dispensary Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] 

Beg your pardon but let me smoke 

And my squad they be gettin' that dough 

Gettin paid and we smoke 

Taking them planes everywhere we go 

Don't gotta ask cus you already know 

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods] 

Heard you niggas was ballin' 

We ain't nothing alike 

Dug some crack in my palm, on them cold nights 

Now it's just champagne, on cold ice 

And expensive cars and all the women that we like 

You never had conversations with bad bitches 

Who don't need you 

Give them the up all night and they gon' feed you 

You be living fast, but the pays right 

You ain't ready you short still gettin' stage fright 

Bout a dollar, twistin' that marijuana 

The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala 

Got niggas actin' like bitches, bitches realer than niggas 

Pussy that shit ain't knew I been hustlin' with killers 

Seen so much when that trunk pop 

See them red and blue lights and we don't stop 

Damn, that's just what a nigga been through 

What the fuck you want me to do? Real shit 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 

Hoppin' out that mofuckin' 

Gettin' out that mofuckin' 

I got so much mofuckin' 

That I don't even mofuckin' 

Why you niggas even mad at me 

I'll gladly teach you niggas how to rap 

You probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you ass backwards 

And that's when something bad happens 

You be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad average 

You niggas lookin' like mad rappers 

Pull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murda 

Illest that you've heard of 

Doin' shows with my shirt off 

Problems with any of my dogs then they squared off 

Heard of, feelings cus of the dollars I've been getting 

Smoking joints with your women 

And we all chillin', Taylor Gang 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Berner] 

20 grand in each ear 

Space Jam 11 got three pair 

Weed so strong I don't need clear 

My cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three years 

The world keeps turning, and my girls keep working 

Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting 

Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick 

The rims on the whip all chrome clipse 

I'm fly really, I don't try 

Red eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guy 

Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap a bitch trappin' 

And I ain't never gonna switch up 

I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup 

And if they hit us they gon' leave blood with us 

Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker 

Pardon me for smoking 

[Hook]