Wiz Khalifa – Vanity Fair (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen, Mp3 Download, Get Lyrics – Vanity Fair (It’s Only Weed, Bro) by Wiz Khalifa. The song was produced by Havoc.

Wiz Khalifa Vanity Fair (prod. Havoc)

Wiz Khalifa encompasses some of the great stoner stereotypes, at least in certain ways. For one, he tends to be a relatively fun-loving individual, never coming off as a try-hard and always willing to kick bars in the cypher. On the other hand, he can occasionally suffer from said lack of effort, resulting in a few themes and topics being driven into the ground. Yet amidst the smoke clouds, Wiz remains an emcee to his core and every so often issues a reminder. Today, that reminder comes by way of “Vanity Fair,” a freestyle over Mobb Deep’s “Survival Of The Fittest.”

There’s something about the grimy classic instrumental that seems to harness innate old-head energy in the purest form. It suits Khalifa nicely, as he floats over Havoc’s production while laying down some cocky bars. “Doing my thing like a titan, these n***as mouths hurt from all the bitin’,” he raps, switching up the flow. “N***as soft, I ain’t nothin’ like em.”

The track arrives courtesy of his new mixtape, the cleverly titled It’s Only Weed, Bro. Check that out now, and keep an eye out for more music from hip-hop’s most prolific.

Wiz Khalifa – Vanity Fair (prod. Havoc)

LYRICS

[Intro]
Tss
So she ran up on me and she was like “Damn, I miss you”
I had to tell the young lady
“You can’t miss what you still have
See, can’t nobody take your spot
You don’t miss me, you just missing’ out”
Ha-ha-ha

[Verse]
Uh, I got you open off the words I spit
They tired of the rest, they need some gangster shit
Say I’m the best once the weed get lit
Don’t leave your girl around me cause she might get hit
I rock Celine and all types of shit
At night, we in the studio, where mics get ripped
Doing my thing like a titan
These niggas’ mouth hurt from all the biting
Niggas soft, I ain’t nothing like ’em, don’t need ’em
Say they my man but I don’t believe ’em
I’m getting tanned with a Puertorican
Dropping new shit for my fans
Rings on the fingers, we them champs
Pull up to the party, high as fuck, I roll up in advance
I already know you niggas fake, never trust you again
Keep a lil’ McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants
‘Nother red carpet, if they hit you up when I land

[Chorus]
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta

[Outro]
It’s Only Weed Bro
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Relax
It’s only weed