Lyrics:
Mhm-mhm
Let me take you to the ocean (To the ocean)
Drop the top, lil’ shawty you know we coastin’ (I know we coastin’)
Got my boys, they never
years
Since Lil Wayne came up in the game and took the beers
In ninety-nine, I turn on the TV, said who the fuck is this
Rap extraterrestrial, spitting
for miles
I'm a country boy, on some dirt road shit,
I'ma drink a lil' liquor, I'ma talk a lil' shit
Been workin' all week, tryin' to earn my pay, Now
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
rappin' 'bout
With they lil' scary ass (Hah)
But to each his own, nigga (Huh)
If you like it, I love it, no biggie (No big)
That boy say he get money, oh,
lil boy got lined by lames
In that V I'm switching lanes
Knock with switch gon' hit his brain
All blacked out whip just like Bruce Wayne, yuh
Spun that
To force up they nostril, 'til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ah, ill for
Lil Wayne:
Yeahh
Uh-Huh
Ummmm Uh-huh
Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering its Weezy F Baby come to
take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for
all on ya
Get up out this club
Slide with ya boy
We can do what you wanna, Yeah
Baby I brought you in the back cause you need a lil' persuasion,
Plus
saying is just give the boy a chance Ma
To lay ya down, I have ya screaming like a fan Ma
And yeah the plan is not to treat you like a hoe (Hoe)
But ya
saying is just give the boy a chance Ma
To lay ya down, I have ya screaming like a fan Ma
And yeah the plan is not to treat you like a hoe (Hoe)
But ya
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
' Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
straight sick - the boy so clean and
All the lil' children up to
Chase my great whip!
I'm talkin bout the great
Weezy Baby - splendid!
Heart-broken in
that they step in
and you took the footage from the camera on the tips of our bullets
and record like former darfur [push it]
[chorus]
[Lil Wayne
boy up the fastest way
Cute lil' bitch, cute lil' bitch She tryna get freaky, she listen to wayne
She tryna come lick me, come lick me like a lollipop
(You know I stay charged up) ha, ha
(Double A in the 'Yo with me right now)
Free Lil Top, nigga (yeah)
Nigga, free Lil Top out (ayo, Drum bring
bitch
It ain't shit you can tell me about Lil' Rich
You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor
Rich Boy ain't a role model for them bastards
We
Chorus - Lil Wayne]
It's a dirty world but it still spins
Ya can't do nothin' about it but try to live in it
You can't live too large or live too
know I'm from the country by the way that I talk
She told me boy take off your chain that shit keep making me cough
I just pulled up to your crib, your
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
tripping off lyrics
Soja Boy tell them did better then the regular
But hold the beat he ain't speaking for everyone
Nah nah these niggas is lunching
If we
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
It's a dirty world but it still spins
Ya can't do nothin' about it but try to live in it
You can't live too large or live too
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