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Million Dollar Baby
by Lil Wayne



Yessir
uh-oh
uh-ohhhhhhhh
haha

Verse 1:
sick wit it, six digits, big engines
get lots of head like 6 midgets
it's just the code i live by
represent the road i grew up by
and i see the game like a umpire
mother fuck 1 time, n everything combine
i am the boss i have a nigga tell ya bout the gun line
I'm in the hog sometimes, I'm in the porsche red line
Try that motha fucka like im tryna be the dead line ( ? )
Holla at the boy bitch, Yes im the boy bitch!
I'm fly and ya boy friends a ostrich ( haha hilarious )
how much you cost bitch?
See I will buy you then and then sell you back like a auction
Okay?
I am affiliated with DJ Drama and this just blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer ( best line in the song )
I am a bangle on the beat like Carson Palmer
and them niggas couldn't see me with panorama haa
Niggas soft as a can of flowers
n soft as a can of tuna
ya fucking wit a piranha
The ballin is no illusion
Paper tall as a tower
I'm paid hoe
I could change it like all in the hour
I promise I see the city skyline from my shower
I'm feeling like a gun wit a bag of gun powder
Pow Pow im higher than mista charles
FRESH from the bottom of the ant pile
WEEZY

Uh..
Uh-huh
YA

Verse 2:
My grill is gangsta, My aim is money
The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly
They say "Feed the hungry" but these bitches is greedy
But I am awfully gifted I am simply strategic
It's , come to my room I make her feel like it's egypt
And she leave out that room feeling like a paraplegic ha
My fuck game is my capital feature
I stuff her ass up like a pair of new sneakers
Back to the subject at hand
Baby, I'm a wealthy ass young black man
Flow more rare than finding black sand
and I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan
I just want some paper like a fucking trash can
Life is a maze, so hows it hanging pac man ( hhahaha)
I seem to amaze, as well as advance
I'm so far ahead I gotta save the last dance

Verse 3:
Get it strait like pans as I enhance
M.O.B I'm all about my chips like Lance hehe
I be wit animals , wit animal tactics
I swear im backed up like New York traffic ha
You dumb fucks, ya nothin but lunch ducks
Big nuts here swing like num chucks
Hollygrove I'm claiming it like insurance
I be on the grind nigga you a tourist
Flowers for the dead, say hello to the florist
fuck wit me wrong, bet i rush ya like borris
now they tryna kick it but i aint chuck norris
I kick it wit lil flu (? ) and he rollin up a forest
Can't be compared no, im not another saures
cant be banned im sorry mr lorris ( ?)
Fuck windy williams bitch look like a dude
her body look chewed and her hair look glued
But let me get back to my food
Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued
why ya 30 lives would you ever warid I?
Im just getting high , thinking bout Tha Carter V
My homies strait, my mama good, and my daughters fine
and everyday i pray and thank the great lord of mine
WEEZY BABY ya looking at greatness
gangsta grillz no braces
bitch
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Lyrics submitted by RJ Haggard.
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