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conversations.value: Write me a song called Red Carpet (Like a Movie) with the following description: A real laid back track off Deal Or No Deal. Wiz and Kev (now known as Chevy Woods) rap about their new found success and of course, weed and girls. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Wiz Khalifa]
  Yea
  Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal, uh
  Yea, Chevy Baggs
  Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh
  [Verse 1: Wiz khalifa]
  On, and on, and on, and on, and
  We just drink and smoke until the morning
  You're homegirl's texting you, ignoring them
  Hit the weed, giggle a little, then you get horny
  I hit the weed, get on my mission, and then I'm goin' in
  Knowin damn well they got boyfriends
  Til they get the front door, asking which floor I'm on
  I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on
  She smoke chronic, know the lyrics to all my songs
  It's like I died and went to heaven, me and all my dogs
  That's why we sip champaign til the bottles gone
  Roll weed on ya, take the bitches, I don't follow y'all
  [Hook]
  I can never make up this if I wanted to
  It's real talk what I'm saying to you
  I don't wanna wake up, knowing just one thought of you
  Got me fallen I can't get up (get up)
  So will you co-star with me?
  Cuz my life is like a movie [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  Champagne parties in my hotel
  Her friends don't even smoke, but they diggin' the smell
  Ex-boyfriend ringin' ya cell
  But every effort to save you's to no avail
  Nuthin' but starter's on my team nigga coach Phil
  And all we do is get high and watch the Adult Swim
  Relatively fly like a meteor or spaceship
  Party every night, and early morning get wasted
  All the way 100 you others niggas are make-shift
  Roll that rapper weed, you smoke and don't wanna taste it
  Lets face it
  She wanna fly where the planes is
  Got her testin' out all of my trees, myth blazers
  Champagne before we hit the papers
  [Hook x2]
  [Verse 3: Kev tha Hustla]
  We stay smokin' that la-la-la
  Easy rider, joint roller, my 9-5
  You can prolly smell it in the car when we ridin' by
  More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high
  We more than fly, introduce you to the gang members
  That's taylor, like blood, no gang members
  No names enter, and now you on champagne land
  I'm on an island of hard liquor
  It be fans, joint lit, and guitar pickers
  Goin' nowhere for awhile, I got good snickers
  Now you wanna mingle, heard young single
  Big face chips baby, stack my pringles
  You call it tight, I say well-fit
  And we ain't takin' no prisoners, now you jealous
  In ya state please make sure the weed great
  Fresh produce, purple and green crates
  Groove, crisp bills in my jean pants
  Telly room prolly doin' the Uncle Snoop dance, yea [Hook x2]