Lyrics:
pull out my blaster now yo face plastered
So I'm About to get it cracking came out the water like a kraken or lil more like a dragon came from the dirt
can school ya see Lil nigga a junior like my nephew, I'm at ya neck like a cape but I ain't here to rescue this this more like a f you statement, you
machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't want to be like me
[Hook
you no more
Bitch I been blessed with this luck
Like a charm
And I do this for all the above
I'm out here doin' bad
But know that I'm good
Try so hard
the Brad.
You punk motherfucker, I'm comin' agg...
Mr., Mr. Scarface, for the nine-trey.
Niggas packin' nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully
Graffiti on the street and the high school halls
That I’m the emcee who plays guitars
And hangs out with hippies who dream of being stars
Jeremiah – pumped
got me a pick clip
Only killas I be with, put em deep six, ah ah, fuck that, his body in these spliffs
Done gone got an OT bitch, with a bad wrist, make
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
not fantastic
I'll stretch a bag
Yeah, I'm Mr.Fantastic
What the fuck you gon do
You getting collapsed
Ayy lil bitch
I'm in yo fucking trap
And I'm
im two higher
Step up get lit light liha lighter
Givenchy I'm rockin attire
Actin like you fuckin wit tha kid, hoe shit
Clique by my side call my bro
a five, Carter Cinco
And since I'm on my Spanish shit, them other boys finito
We gon' start this shit off right
We got bad ass bitches in the house
couldn't get her hair done
Four times for my crib and my home boys
Five times for I'm just a lil kid though
Six times for an OG like me who got into this
take it anywhere
Verse 1:
Let's play big bank take lil' bank/A couple cornish hens stashed by the gas tank/And the way a ni**a live I deserve a ex/I'm
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
eyes, to see ‘lil niggas fed up by now
I don’t need 1 sign in my life to tell me go and get it right now
I don’t need no both sides to be with me when I’m
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
Jumping out the Phantom like a motherfucking midget
Money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?"
z nią, by nie musieć ziom
By nie musieć o, by nie musieć ziom
Lil B tell me I'm a star
Now they acting like they know me who you are
Stackin racks in
care what them white folks say I just wanna see my lil boy
Go to school, be a man and sign up for college boy
Don't be a fool, be a man
What you think
with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin
I'm hella strong,
they head
Go n draw me clef
Every Good Bone Dies F.)
Cant F.)uck with my vibez
When I'm F.)loating this high
F.)adin n out when the end is close by
Can't
From the lack of oxygen
Im that confident
I’m that sick
That I’ll be coughing in my coffin
Charles Barkley be barking
His hearts in
A milk carton
That i
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