What's Next
Zoey Dollaz, Lil Wayne
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Yeah Mmm (DatPiff dot com, world premiere) I been smokin' on the gas Hocus pocus on the gas I been snorklin' in the cash Goin' Krogers with the bags I done went blind goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass (gangsta) Tell my shooters, "count me out", and I end up doin' the math (D6, Gansta Rizzeal) I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked (yo) I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked (yo) You know my lean nice and cold like some dead folks You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh I got them pills, we call 'em illies I got the wet, I'm water whippin' I rob his ass like Robin Givens I get them M's a mile a minute Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin' (trippin') BET, that's how I'm livin' (livin') I got three hoes followin' me (hoe) Ho, ho, ho, I'm down the chimney (brp) Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah I make her count out loud, I listen hard I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels (ok) They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok) They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok) Money and the power, they be in here watchin' Power All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson Brt, pull up like a taxi Stereo on max, and nigga bury your own casket Nigga say hello to Rabbit My lil' homies bang (bang) My lil' homies, they deranged They don't want the fame Kill your ass and fly to Spain Ding ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight seein' (hello) Yeah, starin' at the world through an automatic Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down What's new in town? Let's do it now A couple marbles ain't been found A couple screws been screwed around My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound The system of a down, and it's been up and down A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown Twistin' up a pound High as f*ck, a Bentley truck on clouds Y'all so underground I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows Come to hunt you down All up in your section Use protection when you f*ck around Possession of deception Imperfection, no affection No correct your transgression Turn depression to aggression Got an obsession for expression With no pressure, no discretion And the F is for the Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em Your bitch open so we run in it (yeah) Any club, got my gun in it (bang) I ain't even got to touch you dudes (now) I'll get you killed young nigga (bring) Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap (right) Brand new AK, all black (uh huh) Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped (shit) Your bars sweet, candy, Kit Kat (oh) Hope you pussy niggas get mad (mad) Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft (right) Off white, Gucci, mix match All my diamonds drip, shit splash (drip) Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W (top at the W) She told me, "Dollaz I'm over you" ("Dollaz I'm over you") These bitches way too emotional, uh (way too emotional) So much perkys, I'm barely sober Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em Never be committed, I told her Enough with you niggas, I do not f*ck with you niggas I know I'm stuck with you niggas (right) Grew up with you niggas We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas (yeah, I remember) Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby Haitian food or hibachi, ATVs, walkie talkies Chris Paul, we load the rocket Eight ball, corner pocket Ah man, nigga stop it (nigga stop it) You know it's Dollaz When it comes to rap, no problems Haha, hold up, talk to 'em I'm the hottest out in my city (right) Bad boy too, ask Diddy (ask Diddy) Hundred foot yacht, jet skiin' (fact) Bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan If so, come, no semen (no semen) Yeah, you get it? Future put me on, he from Atlanta Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel (yeah) Made it out without y'all help (help) I can say I did it myself (myself) Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed (blessed) I killed this shit, no stress (no stress) First forty-eight, this stretch (stretch) Someone tell me what's next? Nah, you don't wanna see what's next
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