Lyrics:
Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave (1017 shit)
Mop it up, mop it up (brr)
Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear? (Well,
your sidekick
Man, we can go aim for aim like Lil Wayne
Bitch I got bling bling
Bitch want to go to space
I'm like "I'm going to Sing Sing"
Watch me
niggas ain't ready, man
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Let's get it
Y'all already know this
This Kdxgg on the track
Shout out Bando for Vegas Shout out Wayne
see when I bleed cause we got different brains
Different dreams
You want me act like Bruce
But I'm a lil and those are different Wayne's
Different names
mumbling that aint real rap where im from we do not feel that
Wish I can bring carter 2 wayne back but he gone away
Damn no disrespect to lil wayne nigga he
$lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox
But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking
holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars take
Her on a few trips
Give him lil' thigh mama give him lil' hip
Then you give him lil' wind-up
Give him
bitch with a tan like
Sucking me up by the lake
I can't relate lil nigga no I
I can't relate lil nigga say I
I can't relate lil nigga no i
I can't relate
girl Nicki Minaj in here
See you girl my boy Lil Wayne
Southside Jamaica Queens, N-O, East Atlanta
Boy (It’s your boy Gucci)
East Atlanta man (so icy
on rocks that kick
Aye baby girl thick a lil bit lil bit
She post a pic her ex get sick
Aye young neech this beat here hit
Turnt me up a lil bit lil bit
Man
English, I'm mikey, wayne vanish
I go by weezy f b thass who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new Id
I beat up the track like the new ali
And leaving eye
tinted, masked up like I'm Bruce Wayne
So much kick, it's Liu Kang mixed with Liu Kang, huh
Told her, "Quit the playin', we ain't K-I-Ds"
Lil' bitch
I fly over you, 'cause I'm so over you
Lil Wayne
Ha
Don't know what to believe (huh)
Don't know what to believe (yeah)
Don't know what
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
She give me head, then I her pick her up, put her legs in the air, fuck her but don't kiss
She ain't tryna have babies
to fuckin set me up - to get my ass jacked
But they don't know about Joseph Wayne
Physco path gangsta slash solider mayne
He's rides on niggas and disguise
Tryna reach for my chain nigga test yo luck
Knock yo homie down , He ain't Getting up
Fighting cases back 2 back Ain't no letting up
Bruce Wayne in
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
Lil' Xan imitate Lil' Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you
brother Ro
Shoutout one to Lil Bruh
Shout goes out to Ashley too
Flipping houses moving up
Shoutout Fly Souf on tha Ink
Shoutout Chelsea cuz she clean
Yeah man it's ya boy Lil B
Shouts out to Young Money, you feel me
Lil' Wayne want A Milli
I want A Zilli, Bay Area Boys
Give me that quarterback
leave you in a trance, trance
Now when I kick the game, I get the names up in the trance
I'm in the in the iller ranges, Lil Wayne, me and my mans
up you and hitting ya mans
If you niggas try to come for my bands
You ain't got no tool so you better scram
If I don't know don't wanna dap up ya hand
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