Cream Corn (Explicit) - Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics by：Wiz Khalifa
Composed by：Wiz Khalifa
Produced by：ID Labs
Yup
Yup that\'s right that\'s right I\'m running things
I\'m running things
I\'m running things
I\'m running things Cream corn
Cream corn
That\'s why they call me that
Smooth
Smooth I got more measure for your pleasure
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
Ah 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 takes
You I miss you
We outta here this a missile smoke clouds
Got me invisible
Don\'t really **** with the crowd I\'m individual
Online shoppin\' for products my money digital
So we can talk about it
I\'m taking nugs out the draw till I\'m unconscious
I\'m making the mall see multiple colors
When the watch lift
Learn how to ball I don\'t sit with y\'all
I\'m in the cockpit
Rolling a joint big as a cigar
Wishing I\'d fall sorry dawg
You gon\' need a new pawn to throw your change in
You too small
Soon as we coming we be back in the wall to wall
Anything happen if it\'s action I call my dogs
She hit the back and ran it back
\'Cause she falling in love
Real nigga that\'s a fact I\'m all of your bub
Oh
Real nigga that\'s a fact I\'m all of your bub
Real ones bad ******* that\'s what this is for
Bad ******* that\'s what this is for
Down to spin it on we w**d asking what it cost
Party 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 w**d but you don\'t inhale
Take it slow girl be careful with yourself
Got some wax Dr Dab
You gon\' need a nap
Starting to think your phone tapped
You nigga know everything location been disclosed
Even watchin\' the footage from your ring
Gettin\' all suspicious \'cause you actin\' single
My passwords 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 a vizu
Japanese denim take \'em off I\'m sliding in you
What\'s on the room service menu
Need some more papers I\'ma send you
Soon as we coming we be back in the wall to wall
Anything happen if it\'s action I call my dogs
She hit the back and ran it back
\'Cause she falling in love
Real nigga that\'s a fact I\'m all of your bub
Oh
Real nigga that\'s a fact I\'m all of your bub
Real ones bad ******* that\'s what this is for
Bad ******* that\'s what this is for
Down to spin it on we w**d asking what it cost
Party at the after party
I\'ma throw this money make your back bend shorty