Lyrics:
even that deep
That shit easier for you
You probably get up on your sleep
Get up on your rest
75 percent you at your best
Like lil bro get in line
Every
the use went up
And every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But goddamn, he loved that feeling
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
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
bitches by the dozen, they like (Wooo)
That lil bitch ain't talking 'bout nun, she like (Wooo)
Ever since I left her alone, she ain't shit to me
I just
Woah lil baby I ain't tryna be yo man shit I just wanna fuck
All that constant calling up my phone I'm just gone hang it up
Back to back I look down
shoot up your party
That lil' bitch she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie
But she still know to ride me like a fucking Harley
Ask me if I love her, I
right?
Even though I'm not your man, you're not my girl
I'ma call you my lil' yeah, yeah
And I can't stand to see you treated bad
I drop that bag
on me she all on my line lil bitch wanna fuck on me
I'm the man I'm the man yeah bitch know I'm the man yeah ballins nuttin new to me baby been had them
young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I'm a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin' a thot, boy, givin' 'em top where they brain is
I'm a rockstar
a bang. I’m a gun slinging, cowboy singing, tough mother fucking man: John Wayne and add some some Cash in his hand. I Gotti the touch and John will grease
shots to the cats
Don't lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo's gaff (skrting ay)
2-2 gyal getting moved by 2-2 man (2-2 man ay)
Come off the decks
Name’s Lievanos, lil bitch better say it with respect
Fuck body shots, I’m aiming for your neck
I know that I’m blessed
Got my son right by my side
as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van,
Limousine riding... jet flying, god Damn man my swag multiplying
Never had dreams of growing up to Be a lame ass sitting in the corner Looking like he dying
Limousine riding... jet flying, god Damn man my swag multiplying
Never had dreams of growing up to Be a lame ass sitting in the corner Looking like he dying
She wanna fuck on the team that lil bitch better get the fuck up out of our way
And you seeing lil J how he up in that wraith which foreign we
rock I got her shakin hip shit
Bad lil hoe and she petite make her twist bitch
Dunk onnat boy call up shonny he 6'6
I'm a skateboy on the ramp do a kick
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
Up all night can't sleep
I just popped two beans
Stacking up bread im tryna get rich
Need my cash by any means
Told this lil hoe come suck my dick
If you know me, know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume (Takeoff)
Talkin' crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P
to the right (to the right)
Ok what we gone be on today Lil mama (aye)
Better yet what we on tonight uh
Watch me do ten times better
Level up to kehlani
By that
on a blimp
Pushin' P, can't be like these
Ain't no damn simp '98 Lil Wayne, yeah baby
I been a real hot boy
Novocain, big pills, I been a real pop boy
Keanu
man is a scrub, see
She loves me now, she loves you not, yeah all my bitches love me
And if you in Atlanta, look up Gucci, girl, and beep me
And we
got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old
Man, I swear to God I was
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