Oh Lets Do It
I got young money up And now I got my feet up Tune in this bitch Tell my niggas throw them b's up Doin what the fuck I want Hate me all the fuck you want Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck Present infarerary and I ain't in no rush Drink till I throw up Nigga roll more blunts Ball so hard, man I gotta go pro once Hit em with the shotgun Call that shit the stock butt Call me doctor carta Aka young wild nigga Aka no trial nigga AK click clack Pow nigga Fuckin with the kid you'll be missin like balile nigga Yeah, swagga stupid Pack a Uzi Twenty clips nigga, that's a movie Aim at your toupee You sweet as kool-aid Cr??mbrule I'm sharp as blu-ray I fuck her today Then she gotta skate,young lupe I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher I keep the twos on me, nigga screw face Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet LV's nigga on every suitcase YM nigga, it's a new day We the champions, nigga hooray Hammer in the Loui'd up Take the nigga's bitch, she give me brains until I knew enough Will it come too fast to adjust I don't give a fuck about my roof that much So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up I'm weezy F. and the f is for flame Eat these rappers and chef up the game Shit on the track, shit on the train Murder the beat, the beat is slain Rest in peace, that's a shame He killin everybody's song Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like in this rhyming dumb No homo rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam Now you won't know what I'll be on Get off my dick, my cock,my bone Big money, my pockets long New Orleans I got my home And they got my back, pause No homo no mighty comb Smokin on that private grown It put me where I belong All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella provolone Fuck her for an hour long Let her take a shower, go Sorry baby but I'm in my "I don't wanna be bothered zone" Yeah, you're a groupie Get on your duty Two women give me head, call it two faced Bitch I'm two great Take your food tray I was born on dooms-day Ain't no nigga like me Wassup to my gang Big B's like a brightling Take a nigga's bitch she ride dick like she's cycling Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men The fuck you niggas wanna do? No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you Weezy F. the f is for fuck what you're going through Make your people mourn you Okay let's do it
Written by: Dwayne Carter
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