Lyrics:
what?, Look I ain't have nothin' to do with killin'
(Baby)
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
(Lil Wayne)
Well
coke
[Baby]
than a nigga could know
[Lil' Wayne]
More money, more cars
[Baby]
than a nigga could show
[Lil' Wayne]
And more ice - cheap price
(cum?)
On the beats I do go dumb
(?)
And I make her squirt (?) when she grab that water gun
Now fuck that brag rap, man
I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne
Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne
Diamonds on my neck goin' bling bling
Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne
Diamonds on my neck goin' bling bling
Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne
a scene
You lil boyz want to be grown, and you're still in your teens
(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin' choppers in hand
504, Cash Money, droppin' niggas like rain
Bout to leave your
nigga break it off, what
[Puff Daddy]
Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim,
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It
the people to know, part 2 is coming soon
Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, pon your head
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
If I ain't
If I ain't if I ain't doing what everybody else is doing
If I ain't I'm telling you
If I ain't rap about the guns and drugs
If I ain't rap
a hospital
Bed being visited by nuns
Y'all pussy and I smell it
Make me stretch cheese on your
Head like a interval helmet
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money
[Repeat x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
And we won't stop, get money niggas
of your gal and make her tell
Like, "Slut, where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill"
It's Lil Wayne, nigga, blast and bang triggers
Play with my
this rap shit
rap money, drug money
I'm straight nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get some matches
that it game now look we H-O-T
We ride in wars if we beef then we playin for keeps
(Lil Wayne)
What you ain't found out bout us
Cash Money
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent,
her up like a gun in her spleen
My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend!
Hit me again!
Alright I'm going back in like
B back on my 1, 2
Now watch me
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
sellin' rocks and shit
Choppin' bricks, give the damn cops a dick
We cop a whip and drop a brick, that's how we do it
Weed, liquor, money, and guns how
Killer!
Huh?
Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a...
Killer!
What? What?
Killer!
What? What?
Check!
Hold up, you now under the deep cover
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