Lyrics:
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
them lil' niggas erase you
Don't think you too smart for your own good
(What?)
Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (Word)
P put me on H Lorenzo (Okay)
Ciera Tiera and Sarah
Damn these lil bitches clever
The way that she grabbing them ankles
cnd throw it
She proving that nobody better
Then I tell her
[Lil Scrappy]
Open a bottle of Henny for ya me in a mini for ya show you some luv
that's if I got any for ya
I can it make from the dollars
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
like an insane asylum me and wayne sippin' lean out a baby's bottle(syrup)fake niggas relay around em they just tryna se my face up in the paper column
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
it all off go get it
Verse 1
Booty so fat call her Jackie o , Twerking that ass make that cash flow , poppin this bottle she drive the boat , poppin
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know
by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh i got yo out
Without a doubt i got you out
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
seems like you're ready lil bitch "R. Kelly"
"Ultra Lord J" in the thang
Broke nigga better stay in your lane
Dreads swing like the 08' Wayne
Im a pimp
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
niggaz Fake all these niggaz Fake
Make a Lil money now they all up in your face tryin to Get Riches they seen all your pictures poppin them Bottles I’m
A bunch of bad bitches
In my section got the bottles poppin
A bunch of mad niggas
Always hating but it ain't stopping
Don't go out sad nigga
Cause we
your lil' boo on my right, yeah
Bussdown on my left, yeah, that's your boo on my right, yeah
Poppin' a Perc with my left, yeah
Sippin' the syrup with
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
a lil’-short-fine-bitch-gizzle boy!
That mean knifin' yo bitch, and
That mean poppin’ yo bitch, i!
Still get them big Nicks from Wal
Nigga you could that X from Slice
And he off
Edited by Fetish Beats
When I get it poppin' you know I ain't stoppin
Whatever I do I'ma get me a profit
Why they sit back they hate and they gossip
City, Kansas City, Kansas City
Hell yeah
I was born in Wayne Minor, projects
Most people carry them waistliner, objects
904 Michigan Imma grow
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
blood diamonds straight outta Angola
Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over
Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin'
The pills start droppin'
I'm posted in the A
My chevy sittin low, my phantom ridin high
Them A's go up every time I ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but
(uh-uh)
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil' Weezy (Weezy, baby)
Switchin' it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck (yeah)
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