Wiz Khalifa - Mismatch (Remix) lyrics

(Intro) Couldn’t be easier Couldn’t be easier Couldn’t be easier Couldn’t be easier (Chorus – Juju Gotti & Wiz Khalifa) F**k ni**a better watch your tongue All that talking, I ain’t with that No, no All that s**t on your song Worldstar, you ain’t never did that No, no Your hoe don’t wanna go home All in her stomach like a six pack No, no Been k**ing these ni**as so long This s**t feeling like a mismatch F**k ni**a better watch your tongue All that talking, I ain’t with that No, no All that sh** on your song Worldstar, you ain’t never did that No, no Your hoe don’t wanna go home All in her stomach like a six pack No, no Been k**ing these ni**as so long This sh** feeling like a mismatch (Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa) You would think I speak another language Ni**as just don’t understand it I done took shots for the cameras I done ducked shots when they came for us It was just me and my ni**a Wasn’t nobody else riding Let a ni**a find bodies k**er He gon put one up inside him And my eyes still low Ain’t s**t change, on my grind still, bro Got a Summer full of shows And a phone full of hoes Cause my life kinda ideal, yo Ain’t the one you wanna try here You just a rookie in the game and you looking at the top tier And my ni**as got no fear You ain’t got enough ni**as so you don’t go nowhere I got a crib out in California I got a three year old kid so I live out in California But s**t’s real out in California You take a loss, ayy, that’s just how it is out in California But anywhere ni**as run up on ya You better watch yourself, you beat and got yourself They gon catch you out of bounds where you not yourself Be a lesson that you learn, you don’t taught yourself The f**k ni**as running they mouth The real ones out getting paper I’mma hit the studio now Then go f**k a bi**h later Bad b**h from down south Cook food with hella good flavor I’mma get money in pounds I ain’t got time to go savor (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Juju Gotti) F**k ni**as stop dapping me out Unless you talking bout the money You a dumb ni**a and you soft Please stay the f**k from around me A motherf**king lame ni**a make me sick So go f**k you and your homies Talking cheaper than a bi**h If you a real ni**a, gotta show me Back when I didn’t have s**It Ni**as acted like they didn’t know me I was sleeping outside by the ditch All of my partner got phony Everybody stopped answering they phone Ni**a that s**t was so lonely I was scraping on one-twenty-fours For a little pack of Bologna Now I got the chips with the dip And now these bi**hes back on me Throwing hundreds in the air like whip Cut a ni**a’s throat like Tony If you ain’t talking bout no money Ni**a turn down your convo Kush got me like a mummy Got my shirt on like Tonto (Repeat Chorus)