Letra de Cream Corn - Wiz Khalifa

Yup, that's right

I'm running things

I'm running things

Cream corn

That's why they call me that; smooth

I got more measure for your pleasure

Stick with me, baby

I'll let you fart through silk

And let a nigga mess with me

I'll jump on him

All night, three pounds of pure dynamite

Uh, soon as the door lift

I roll another spliff, she click her heels and get down to business

No referee, but I'm so official

Baby, wipe your eyes, no more tears, use these hundreds for tissue

Dress you like you in magazines, the VIP issue

Rollin' up, enjoyin' the scene, then text you "I miss you"

We outta here, this a missile, smoke clouds got me invisible

Don't really fuck with the crowd, I'm individual

Online shoppin' for products, my money digital

So we can talk about it

I'm takin' nugs out the jar 'til I'm unconscious

I'm makin' them all see multiple colors when the watch lift

Learn how to ball, I don't sit with y'all, I'm in the cockpit

Rollin' a joint big as a cigar

Wishin' I'd fall, sorry dawg

You gon' need a new pond to throw your change in

You too small

Soon as we comin' we be packin' 'em wall to wall

Anything happen, if it's action, I call my dogs

She hit the pack and ran it back 'cause she fallin' in love

Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above (Oh)

Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above

Real ones, bad bitches, that's what this is for

(Bad bitches, that's what this is for)

Down to spend it all, we ain't askin' what it cost

We at the after party

I'ma throw this money, make your back bend, shorty

My hotel really don't care about the smell

Say you tryna hit the weed, but you don't inhale

Take it slow, girl, be careful with yourself

Got some wax, Dr. Dab

You gon' need a nap

Startin' to think your phone tapped

Your nigga know everything, location been disclosed

Even watchin' the footage from your Ring

Gettin' all suspicious 'cause you actin' single

My passports work anywhere, what you wanna see?

Smokin' with breakfast on the terrace, you should come with me

Was supposed to kick it for a day, you stay for a week

Your homegirls gettin' nervous, they barely see you

Got you shoppin' for Evisu

Japanese denim, take 'em off, I'm slidin' in you

What's on the room service menu?

Need some more papers, I'ma send you

Soon as we comin' we be packin' 'em wall to wall

Anything happen, if it's action, I call my dogs

She hit the pack and ran it back 'cause she fallin' in love

Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above (Oh)

Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above

Real ones, bad bitches, that's what this is for

(Bad bitches, that's what this is for)

Down to spend it all, we ain't askin' what it cost

We at the after party

I'ma throw this money, make your back bend, shorty

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