Lyrics:
[Lil Wayne talking]
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em dogg
[Petey Pablo]
the South-Pole
Where it’s freezin (Freezin)
I’m in the trap, hittin the white gurl
Tryna make it less potent, Chris Brown
(Brown)
Already told all the squares
You
thing that make you want to say OH YEAH!
No street millionaires, no billionaires.
No Russell, No Diddy, No Wayne, No Chamillionaire
Let me get this clear,
the team
On my grind like Lil Wayne
Without the lean
Told y’all amma blow but only clean
I Can’t lie
I don’t date regulars only queens
You scrapping over
that doe
Gave the boy my lil' change and I ain't seen his face no mo'
What do you call that there playin' a nigga ha dawg
The nigga thank its gravy
Kanye and Lecrae
One was king one was Lord
And they all getting paid
Fat joe MJ Justin Timberlake
Lil Wayne and Drake
Don't forget Beyonce
Chris brown
like my teacher but how you like my kicks
[(hook) chris brown]
Oh oh I'm the head of my class,
oh oh I know you heard what I said ay,
Oh oh I'm
like my teacher but how you like my kicks
[(hook) chris brown]
Oh oh I'm the head of my class,
oh oh I know you heard what I said ay,
Oh oh I'm
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
compliments
I have the confidence, you never had the common sense
I'm in tune, like I regained consciousness
Weezy F Baby, on my Lil Wayne Carter shit
C'est la
West coast
West coast
Throw your middle finger like you don't give a what
Cross it with a ring finger
Spread your thumb
And raise it up
West Coast
of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
whores were squishing and sucking
Had the pee scared out of me find Chris and Beth fucking
Say what you will about Jockstrap Zac
Pounding improv teammate
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
a jersey
Or the pimp game bitch
Or it might just be the shit
I got in my back pocket
You know what I'm sayin'?
In the balloon or the silver pack
What you how
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Cant help myself I want you by my side I cant abstain
Over and over my head it spin like a top
my heart dancin in my chest like Chris Brown on the bop
Dominican Chris Brown
Everywhere I go is hella bitches with tits out
Over the years seen a lot of niggas hit this route
They disappearing, I'm like where you
went dead (What?)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)
motherfucker (What?)
My momma's dead (what)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga
mine)
And I got that gas fah sell (Sell)
And I gotta pack by the mail (Mail)
Lil shorty she like how I smell (Smell)
The money treating me well (Well)
I dip like Perry
Why they so why they so cap like Chris
Why they tell tales like fairy's
Aye yuh dang this beat got kick to it
This beat got a lil
and Wayne
And if you broke up wit your girl
I know you feelin da pain because?
Chorus:
Everybody?s breakin? breakin? up
Let?s stay together (together 2x)
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