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Artiste : Wiz Khalifa
Titre : No Singles
[Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA]
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64 (Uh)
Blowin´ kush smoke out the window (Right)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Uh)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles

Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64 (Right)
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64 (Uh)
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles

[Smoke DZA]
My pen way sharper than a sword
Keep your cool, don´t make me pull a cord, my lord
Was in the trap, see the cracks in the decor
Still paint chips droppin´ on the floor, my lord, uh
God bless ya
Smooth like Drexler
Mind state trained to move itself like Tesla (Uh)
Crime rate boostin´
Chicks takin´ trips, troopin´
Profited from them trips to Houston (Really)

GED, gettin´ every dollar
Countin´ stacks, either that or get to bouncin´ like Impalas (Uh)
Have them jack boys all up on your collar
And twenty-five´s the new numbers for lows, I´ll holler

[Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA]
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64
Blowin´ kush smoke out the window (Hahaha)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Yeah, yup)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64 (Right)
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64 (Uh)
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles

[Big K.R.I.T.]

I was whippin´ in the kitchen, whipped it on the corner
I was workin´ on the foreign, whipped it ´til the mornin´, you was snorin´
Pushin´ on some buttons, turnin´ nothin´ into somethin´
It was lint up in my wallet, now these pockets super lumpy
Breakin´ bread with my partners
Whippin´ on some choppers
Stick my arm out the window just to shine on these boppers
Just to shine on these bitches, recline on these hoes
When your wrist game froze, tell ´em anything goes
Gutter bass with the treble, mix the highs with low

Woodgrain on the dash, reppin´ wires with Vogues
Pop trunk for the show, inside, it glow
Chrome grill and the women whip wide and slow, hold up

[Wiz Khalifa]
Cruisin´ down the street in my ´64
Blowin´ blowin´ kush smoke out the window
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Pockets pockets full of hundreds, no singles