Maan Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Is it recording? 

Love is life, and life is living 

Fuckin' awesome, yeah! 

I smoked the whole damn pound 

I'm a need another one, 'nother one 

Eyes closed, I won't come down 

Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts 

Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed 

A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent 

Just cause you up in this bitch 

Don't mean you gon' hit this shit 

You 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 in the week 

Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker 

Smoke it to the face 

Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way 

Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day 

So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place 

We mobbin' 

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Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit! 

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin' 

Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke 

But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want 

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo' 

When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo' 

Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling 

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling 

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling 

Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin 

Snakes in the grass keep mowin' 

Ass so fat, look swollen 

Another city, state gotta show in 

Another airport gotta go in 

Reason why you hate, I'm knowin 

Niggas got too much hoein' 

I keep rollin' up 

Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen 

They don't understand what i'm doin' 

Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when i'm rollin' 

Been through New York and London and Paris and back 

South By Southwes only niggas smokin' on pack 

Rollin' up bats 

Go on, get a bong, get a match 

Everybody get along, get attached 

Get a song, get a biatch 

What he say, every dog need a cat 

Potheads need a joint to relax 

G pen full of wax 

10 Rolled cone joints, really fast 

No sticks no seeds in the bag 

Got reason to brag 

In the front, y'all b's in the back 

Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag 

Little bitch, we mobbin' 

Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit! 

Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin' 

Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke 

But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want 

When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo' 

When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo' 

Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling 

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling 

We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling