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Wiz Khalifa Contact (ft. Tyga) (prod. Cubeatz & Ronny J)
We expect that plenty of musicians are quarantined up right now creating their next masterpiece. In 12 months from now we’ll have fire after fire album release. Wiz Khalifa seems to already have that fire in the queue, as he dropped off yet another new song late last night. The rapper released his DJ Mustard-featured single “Bammer” just two weeks ago, and now he’s back with an absolute banger for your quarantine living room parties, “Contact” featuring Tyga. Both records are about marijuana, each an ode to flowers in a different way.
“Bammer” has a hazy, jazzy vibe thanks to the sounds of a saxophone, and found Wiz warning of weak kush. “Contact” is the exact opposite, with a sleek, modern beat to go with rhymes about just how strong Wiz’s smoke is. The production from Ronny J is quick and tropical, for lack of a better word, it’s actually what you might expect if you were to search “Tyga type beat” in YouTube (I mean that in the best way possible).
Wiz Khalifa – Contact (ft. Tyga) (prod. CuBeatz & Ronny J)
Lyrics
[Intro: Tyga]
Ha
Oh my God, Ronny
[Chorus: Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Both]
I’m a big dog, baby, I’ma bark back (Bark back)
Got a bad-ass bitch with her own racks (Own racks)
They don’t like it, they don’t like it, tell ’em “Fuck that!” (Fuck that)
Woah, kush thrown, get your contact (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Bitches wanna talk to me, can’t contact
Hit my nigga from the plug, he the contact
And we only do big contracts
Woah, kush thrown, get your contact (Okay)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Knew she was the one soon as she opened her mouth
Heard you from the West, but bad like you from the South
You nigga always trippin’, don’t let you leave the house
Remindin’ me of my Apollo when she makin’ it bounce
You never smoke, you think of me, you think of a ounce
You heard about me, now you wanna see what it’s ’bout
I be smokin’ on some gas, yeah, give the cash, yeah
Hear they got you comin’ fast, yeah, make it last, yeah
A hundred milli’ in the bank, I just made it last year
Hit it, then I’m gone, don’t let you get attached, yeah
Had a nigga who could handle you, so now we passed his
Tryna spend it on you, baby, that’s what all I’m askin’
Face look bright, waist real tight
I’mma get up on it, in the mornin’, got a flight
[Chorus: Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Both]
I’m a big dog, baby, I’ma bark back (Bark back, okay)
Got a bad-ass bitch with her own racks (Own racks)
They don’t like it, they don’t like it, tell ’em “Fuck that!” (Fuck that)
Woah, kush thrown, get your contact (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Bitches wanna talk to me, can’t contact
Hit my nigga from the plug, he the contact
And we only do big contracts
Woah, kush thrown, get your contact
[Verse 2: Tyga]
I go leather like Mike with the top back (Pew-pew)
Niggas talkin’ shit, I’mma dead that (Pow)
I live what I rap, you live internet (Ha)
She threw me the pussy, you tried to intercept
Checkmate like it’s chess, diamond rook on my neck (Yeah)
I deal with your body, open your legs, put the dick (Yeah, yeah)
She ask for some molly, then she pull me to the bed (Ha)
I’m too busy to fuck her, I’mma settle for some head
My new bae (Newbie), on the way (Zoom, zoom)
She make that ass shake (Yeah), bought a bank (Ayy)
Throw a hunnid to the face, make it earthquake (Ayy)
Throwin’ hunnids on that ass, it’s your birthday (Ayy)
Bring it back, get a stack, make it earthquake (Woo)
Run a cake like a motherfuckin’ birthday
[Chorus: Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Both]
I’m a big dog, baby, I’ma bark back (Bark back)
Got a bad-ass bitch with her own racks (Own racks)
They don’t like it, they don’t like it, tell ’em “Fuck that!” (Fuck that)
Woah, kush thrown, get your contact (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Bitches wanna talk to me, can’t contact
Hit my nigga from the plug, he the contact
And we only do big contracts
Woah, kush thrown, get your contact
[Outro]
Oh my God, Ronny
