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Wiz Khalifa - Makin Enemies Lyrics

Makin Enemies Song Lyrics Makin Enemies by Wiz Khalifa (Beat that motherf**ker up, Quad)
Yeah
(Ron Ron, do that sh*t)
Uh-huh

Man, this beat feel like Mike Jackson
I ain't punch one of you niggas in the face 'cause I like rappin'
Don't jinx it though 'cause it might happen
Take some shrooms, roll a joint, then I'm right behind the mic snappin'
b**ch on my line 'cause she like captain
Them niggas say they in my lane, but I'm a V12, I move right past 'em
Céline shades, them the right glasses
The kind that work out, them the right asses
If you a member of the gang, f**k it, I might pass it
b**ch, it's TGOD, they're in a lot of caskets
I'm with some niggas that fly private and own they masters
I'm with some b**ches that suck me good and throw it backwards
She want a nigga that go to Vegas and spend it all, the type of nigga that go ghost, so call me Casper
I bought a engine so my sh*t could go faster
I hit the pedal just once and you won't see me after
She wanna meet on the top floor, I tell her, "Gladly"
She heard about all this good dick, she want it badly
But you can't come to my room, you need security
2023, I'm f**kin' hoes and makin' enemies

Lot of mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain't chasin' hoes, I want the one that's into me
I ain't fake like those who ain't who they pretend to be
Two R's on the seat
She gon' let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, now you a freak

Uh, put that b**ch on the map, now she think that she global
b**ch, don't nobody know you
You a pussy, you a b**ch, you a whole ho out here, in case nobody told you
I got no love for a b**ch nigga
Oh, he a shooter, he a gunner, he a snitch nigga
I'm outside with the members gettin' rich, nigga
Hood sh*t, red Kool-Aid, fried fish, nigga (Whoop)
Ayy, I don't say much, niggas know just how I carry it
No fun if the homies can't, so I'm sharin' it
I put that b**ch on some fly fashion
Really didn't wanna hit it, I just might smash it, on God

Lot of mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain't chasin' hoes, I want the one that's into me
I ain't fake like those who ain't who they pretend to be
Two R's on the seat
She gon' let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, now you a freak

Yeah, just keep rockin' with us, keep reppin' Taylor Gang
Make sure you guys show up to any event that we have 'cause we gon' be, you know, doin' all of the new music there
And we would love to enjoy this with you live
Uh, no matter what country you guys are in, man
You in Puerto Rico, you in Brazil, you in France, you in Germany, you in Thailand
See ya