Letra How we act Wiz Khalifa

How we act

Yeah-ah, it's your boy-oy-oy, Mr. EZ Wider
Back up in this thing with two P's
That's two pounds of that kush, for Kush + Orange Juice 2
So put two fingers in the air
Grab two girls with long hair
And light somethin' up with Wiz Khalifa, y'all

Both hands on the wheel
She was Taylor Gang, she Taylor Gang still
Them niggas boring, she hit me, she wanna chill
Let her play with the switch, she know the game's signed, sealed
I'm on tequila, she on Hennessy
Love that kush and orange juice, she never knew how it feel
Hating on us, they running up the hill
For real, I fill my cup and cleaning up a spill
Wanna indulge in what I'm puffing
I can tell that she troublesom?, two girls, that's double fun
Show off what you got, don't gotta cover up
Don't look behind us, see what's in front of us
Light this weed, th?re's a couple of 'em
Say you gon' get it tatted, if it ain't the gang, fuck 'em
Don't really trip on other bitches, you the main one
Switching up whips, I never pull up in the same one (Hahahaha)

She wanna cuddle, I wanna cuddle too
Legs in the air, dick in the middle, that's a W
Ain't tryna fuck, you better say somethin'
Mashed potatoes, rice, and beans, you ain't the main one
All that hatin', get your cake up
I never met alien or a bitch that I can't fuck (Woo)
Still hitting it from the back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's how we act

I'm the one that you hit up to come relax
I'm the one getting you Taylor Gang tats
Putting that oil on your body, rubbing your back
I roll one up and you roll one to match
I get so in my bag
You want a drink, but don't know how to ask
You love the feeling, you hope that it last
'Cause at the moment, we both feel intense
Know I'm gon' get a chance
Nobody put you onto game, help you program it in
Don't wanna leave, you wanna stay with me, so it depends
Wanted a G, you really got one
I just know how to win
Like when I see you need a Rollie to go on your wrist
Me and my team, we make the go, we don't only attempt
So light this weed, forget your phone 'cause lil' homie a wimp
Ain't no half with me, one hundred's the only percent

She wanna cuddle, I wanna cuddle too
Legs in the air, dick in the middle, that's a W
Ain't tryna fuck, you better say somethin'
Mashed potatoes, rice, and beans, you ain't the main one
All that hatin', get your cake up
I never met alien or a bitch that I can't fuck (Woo)
Still hitting it from the back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's how we act