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conversations.value: Write me a song called G’d Up with the following description: Wiz Khalifa has been accused of being a “hipster rapper” – so he’s trying to accumulate some “G credibility” with this tuneExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
  Yeah, it’s Young Khalifa Man
  Taylor Gang over everything
  Champagne, paper planes, bitch taking off her wedding ring
  Leave with us you’ll never be the same
  Making money in major ways
  [Hook – Wiz Khalifa]
  If I got it then I'mma spend it if I want to
  And pick you up anything you want too
  And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it's right in front of you
  I do all of that shit them niggas don’t do
  Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up
  [Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa]
  Big-face digits, whips ain’t rented
  Walk inside the bank bitch I’m Ben Frank friendly
  Big cake piled up on my plate shit endless
  Throw it in her face watch the bitch make wishes
  Walk inside the club, bottles of that liquor
  Groupies actin’ up, dying to get a picture
  Rose and Patron, Kush be my cologne
  Shorty get to keep her weed them joints already rolled
  All my diamonds clean, all I count is cheese
  Walking on a dream while you tryin’ to intervene
  On top of that money, them haters in-between
  Smoking sour seem you can smell it on her weave
  Smell it when I leave, niggas catching feelings
  OG Kush prescription keep me way over the buildin’
  Riding in my ride, banging in my system
  High as Whitney tryin’ to find a way to get a million [Hook]
  [Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa]
  Uh, know I’m smoking sour you can smell it down the hall
  Learned this as a youngin’, what you sell could get you far
  Captain of my team, tell you how to ball
  Ain’t a game I put that on my marijuana jar
  Breakfast on the plane, smell like alcohol
  Diamonds in my chain, muscle in my car
  Live a movie scene, hundred-dollar jeans
  Pocket full’a Benji’s give them 20′s to my broad
  Always on my job, been about my business
  Killing all these rappers off now can I get a witness?
  Lying to the judge, flying to the club
  Chopper play the barber came to line a nigga up
  Heavy in the game, still ain’t had enough
  We takin’ all your bitches and buying all the drugs
  Couple thousand for the Louis lining in my tub
  G’d up from my feet up
  Roof to the rug
  Nigga
  [Hook]