Far From Coach Lyrics/Paroles
Wiz Khalifa

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[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/ Game] And the kush became so strong And the flights became private And the bread became so long Fast money and fly whips We high, don’t stop the smoke And we fly G5, we so far from coach Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke And we fly G5, we so far from coach [Verse 1: Game] Smokin’ that Buddah fillin’ Blowin’ that Kudda illin’ I’m runnin’ through the millions I’m sittin’ roofless chillin’ Koolaid in the polar bear They flockin’ cause they know it’s there Money game, money straight Like Joe Key and Noah had That’s no bullshit, game time Make you niggas change minds Forfeit, or consume a full clip Nigga like me eatin’ small fish With your bitch watchin’ Swordfish Niggas can’t ignore this You can’t afford this, extravagant shit We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin’ this shit Bag of the piff Hot-boxin’ in the back of the six With Jimi Hendrix on, immaculate shit Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips Hurricane, right back on the shit Back on the block with a package of spliffs From blowin’ cats, it’s the Wiz, what it is [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, you niggas want kush? We got ounces Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town Baller shit, don’t even want a piece, man, we want all of it Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit Went so hard in the middle, East don’t know what to call this shit Now I’m buyin’ up all the champagne Drinkin’ away all of my problems, bitch Might sound crazy But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k And I ain’t even stay the whole day Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing That Givency Men’s collection, copped the whole thing Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring Made it to the top with nobody knowin’ Niggas say they safe, but nobody’s showin’ Man he beats this shit, but nobody flowin’ Old Versace shit, the newest Rick Owens If I’m rollin’ it, you know that it’s potent With the Game and we smokin’ [Hook] [Verse 3: Stat Quo] Hah, it’s self-explanatory how we get it Roll the purp in a plane ticket Stat hop to that money, but I don’t ribbit Post playa ball, nice in the pivot, Jays on but I fuck with Pippin Kays on when them niggas trippin’ Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin’ Never tippin’, stay sippin’ Court side, Blake Griffin Stay missin’, stackin’ fitted while you niggas stay bitchin’ Coka and Boca, the kush of them strokers Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah Four-fifty my motor, use your bitch for my chauffeur I encoded the cobra, mark priced the Rover T-top in the Trans, hit the gas and it’s over Bitch please, this is how we get them hoes the doja I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver Plus I’m cooler than the cooler at your grandmomma’s picnic Bitch you? Somethin’ chill from Brazil, on the L Family matters, Kevin Love at you Urkles That’s them wolves, niggas They here to reverse birth you Murk you, lights out no curfew Bitch ain’t stoppin’ ’till my unborn seed’s seed is rich Or ’till Jesus sit right next to me and smoke ’till the seasons switch, my nigga [Hook]