Wiz Khalifa — Mismatch Remix

[Intro] Couldn't be easier Couldn't be easier Couldn't be easier Couldn't be easier... [Hook: Juju Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)] Fuck nigga better what your tone All that talking I ain't with that (No, no) All that shit in your song Boy stop 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 killing these niggas so long This shit feeling like a mismatch Fuck nigga better what your tone All that talking I ain't with that (No, no) All that shit in your song Boy stop 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 killing these niggas so long This shit feeling like a mismatch [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] You would think I speak another language Niggas 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 niggas Wasn't nobody else riding Let a nigga find bodies killer He gon' put one up inside him And my eyes still low Ain't shit 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 lookin' at the top tier And my niggas got no fear You ain't got enough niggas 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 shit's real out in California You take a loss, ayy, that's just how it is out in California But anywhere niggas 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 done taught yourself The fuck niggas runnin' they mouth The real ones out getting paper I'mma hit the studio now Then go fuck a bitch later Bad bitch from down south Cook food with hella good flavor I'mma get money in pounds I ain't got time to go save her [Hook: Juju Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)] Fuck nigga better what your tone All that talking I ain't with that (No, no) All that shit in your song Boy stop 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 killing these niggas so long This shit feeling like a mismatch [Verse 2: Juju Gotti] [Verse 2] Fuck nigga stop dapping me off Unless you talking bout the money You a duck nigga and you soft Please stay the fuck from around me A muthafuckin' lame nigga make me sick Joker, fuck you and your homies Talk is cheaper than a bitch If you a real nigga gotta show me Back when I didn't have shit Niggas act like they ain't know me I was sleeping outside by the ditch All of my potnas got phony Everybody stop answering their phone Nigga that shit was so lonely I was scraping up $1.24 for a lil pack of bologna Now I got the chips with the dip And all these bitches back on me Throwing hundreds in the air like Wilt Cutting niggas off like Tony If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money Nigga turn down your convo Kush got me like a mummy Got my shirt off like Tonto [Hook: Juju Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)] Fuck nigga better what your tone All that talking I ain't with that (No, no) All that shit in your song Boy stop 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 killing these niggas so long This shit feeling like a mismatch