Wiz Khalifa - Mismatch Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Mismatch Lyrics
Wiz Khalifa - Mismatch
Couldn't be easier
Couldn't be easier
Couldn't be easier
Couldn't be easier

F*ck n*gga better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that no no
All that sh*t 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 n*ggas so long
This sh*t feeling like a mismatch

F*ck n*gga better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that no no
All that sh*t 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 n*ggas so long
This sh*t feeling like a mismatch

You would think I speak another language
N*ggas 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 n*ggas
Wasn't nobody else riding
Let a n*gga find bodies killer
He gon' put one up inside him

And my eyes still low
Ain't sh*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 n*ggas got no fear
You ain't got enough n*ggas 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 sh*t's real out in California
You take a loss ayy that's just how it is out in California

But anywhere n*ggas 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*ck n*ggas running they mouth
The real ones out getting paper
I'mma hit the studio now
Then go f*ck a b*tch later

Bad b*tch from down south
Cook food with hella good flavor
I'mma get money in pounds
I ain't got time to go savor

F*ck n*gga better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that
All that sh*t in your song
Boy stop you ain't never did that

Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
Been killing these n*ggas so long
This sh*t feeling like a mismatch

F*ck n*gga stop dapping me off
Unless you talking about the money
You a duck n*gga and you soft
Please stay the f*ck from around me

A muthafu*cking lame n*gga make me sick
Joker F*ck you and your homies
Talk is cheaper than a b*tch
If you a real n*gga gotta show me

Back when I didn't have sh*t
N*ggas 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
N*gga that sh*t 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 b*tches back on me
Throwing hundreds in the club like Wilt
Cutting n*ggas off like Tony

If you ain't talking about no money
N*gga turn down your convo
Kush got me like a mummy
Got my shirt on like Tonto

F*ck n*gga better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that
All that sh*t in your song
Boy stop you ain't never did that

Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
Been killing these n*ggas so long
This sh*t feeling like a mismatch

See Wiz Khalifa - Mismatch (Official Music Video) below:
This video was uploade by Taylor Gang Records on June 30, 2016