Lyrics:
brick like 4 ways
Weigh it den give it to Jose
Bitch I deliver like postmates
Whoa
Icy
I spend a grip on my wifey
When I’m in the bay I get hyphie
Y’all
Niggas is hella bent shots from there, leave em hella bent
Aye, lil boy what’s up wit it
Play wit me den it’s up wit it
Make you weave and duck wit it
stay on my hip, like it was some glue
My niggas gorillas belong in the zoo
Ain't that yo bitch why she calling me boo
You can't hang wit me if you not
this, y'all bring it out
To tell the truth it excites me, I scream it out
Sick wit' it, ain't a bitch that can get wit' it
Admit it, I'm that bitch you
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
Godzilla bankroll
Stones from Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely home
Trailblazer stay
really want this dick
A lot though!
I'm faded barbershop, marijuana, couple shots, got ya girl going down
Lil Wayne Lollipop, yo
To hell wit all the opps,
comin' for me
With my T-shirt and Rees on
'cause only God knows what these niggas be's on
(Chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, niggas better get it right
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
they pay me in full but a nigga be countin it can’t get fooled by no fake or no counterfeit cuz it’s too many mouths who gone count on it but at present
you hear when you be taking off a wave cap like no cap, just take that
And surf it lil bish
I don't wish
I get sh*t cracking wit my fist
Uh, wow
Pussy
everyday ya hustlin' like Rick Ross
Then you get it like a boss
No matter what it cost
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit go 'head wit' ya
give props
Nas, Big, Pac, Jig, Nickel Nine, TIP, Rah Digg
Rakim, Lil Wayne, Dre, Thought, Talib
Ye, Andre, Lupe, K.Dot, and Slim
Obviously gets the big
like shaq (Gimmie Det)
So Imma Thug It By Myself Dets Det
Krismas money went straight to da pack (Fuck)
Made a band had ta bring 4 back
Flip Da Lil Band
nonsense
Thought that he was Bruce Wayne, so I had to rob him
Chillin at the party and you know we got it poppin
She said she ain't wanna fuck well lil
of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me
Keep they fingers on triggers
Let's roll wit' a pistol I get out of control
It's your family I put on rows, front row
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
I'm keepin' it real
Wanna do business wit me? Get in touch wit Hill
That's right any questions? No you can't ask me
Put ya name and ya number
retire fam
I'll be looking for that smoke like a fireman
Though my Wayne aint Lil
I will roll on you like a tire damn
I wonder if its even possible
For me
don't f*** the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't get the same paper, you a motherf***in' hater
Boy it's levels to this
clog up yo' mind
Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast?
Ain't time ta take
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