Lyrics:
Weezy, fresh, and unplugged
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her
Black pimp, ho stroll
Scroll to see the faux on a snow patrol
No go, bbl lacking
But it was nicer back then
More real
Caught a raw deal
When I
not zip up
You lip up whip up.
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like
not zip up
You lip up whip up.
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like
Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's
of sorrow
Concerto of pain
Soaked in a forty bottle
I was trapped in the rain
Heroine for veins
Coke for nostrils
And liquor in liter bottles
Weed for black
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
work
Northface bubble with, eight bundles under it
Gold front upper-lip smile while I was hugging it
I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm
black And I feel like a bat
I'm slippin' and swippin' the motherfuckin' scat, I'm grippin' the cheeks while I fuck from the back
You callin' me gang, Ion
shot out your Dunks
Best tuck your chain because they like to Deebo
Can't fuck with your ho 'cause she like to freeload
She see a ball and act like it's
Warriors come out and play
I'm in the Bronco with O.J.
I'm comin' back around your way
Yo watch me sweep the nation if you black or caucausian
Waqt ki lakeer khinch buni ye kaya
Buri ye memory meri toh waqt na karta zaya
Kal bhi kashmakash se ho bhara
Na kal mujhe sataye
Almaari ke kankaal
move outya line a view (Where they at?)
Black and white, diamonds lookin' like tiramisu (I could eat ya up)
Spark and light, thunderbolt tha blunt like
throne getting top from your girl
She can't resist me no
I'm going six speed ho
I get on man I'm copping some pearls
Tahitian black ones wrapped round me
black Prisons
who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians
Semarians, contacted by Aliens
black Elohiem trapped in the Beast
kidnapped in the East
now in
to
The Rhythm
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Hundred round chopper, I'm shootin' it for sure
Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show
These pants Off-White but I Gucci'd the coat
That ho
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
your lip, it's MC season dagnabbit
And oh oh oh oh oh (whattup Chip?)
I hate rabbits! (Sh)
Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho
hate
(They hate)
They won't say it to my face
(Pussy)
You better embrace
(Embrace)
Cause I was chosen by the holy grace
(Amen)
Stop moving your lips
Steady living by the trigger
I toss on nigga
Nuthin' on my ass but Tommy Hilfiger
Droppin' chronic by the pound
Who's teachin' classes?
Bitches blowin all
Vždycky jsem věřil v to, že bude líp
Pořád jsem real, není to umělý
Žádný pózy, lezení do prdelí
Jen když je líp, jsou vztahy pak trochu studený
all black
Hop out Laredo's
Equipped with the potato strap
Get turned to home fries
That's by any means to see the dough rise
Ill! This bitch's pussy
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