Lyrics:
cheese up on Fila
You know I'm bout to
Run it up heater
You know I'm bout to
Burn shit it up Lil Wayne
You know I'm the dick pleaser
Paper planes flying
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
me where you was (trap)
I spent all them twenties and fifties and tens
Lil' nigga, and I stacked all them blue boys (yeah, yeah)
Paper Route
the shit
It's a body on that Glock
You lil' hoes be in pictures with it
We don't speak on murders to them hoes
You niggas different with it
Niggas is bitch
them know just how I'm flipping
Disturbing Tha Peace, tell these hoes to quit (trippin hoe)
[Chorus: Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz]
[Verse 2: Daddy T]
try to steal my bars that's bad planning
Shoot yo off is how I see you red handed
Lil wayne and dj drama you could say it to the cannon
Bad bitch two
boo
Lil hoes you went to school with, boo boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo boo
We was in the hood, 14 with the deuce-deuce
14 years later going
Gotta focus
I can touch a pack it disappear like hocus pocus
Choppa on my back them bullets big as andrew bogut
These hoes be hopeless
Niggas ain't
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a dog hoes
Them hoes they mad
Them hoes they mad
Now put Lil Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha
I see you slick you had me fooled with those pretty lil' lies
Masquerading as a angel but a demon in disguise
You never gotta ask if imma ride
Crazy
to speak
Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
Trick, not
And all them hatin'-ass hoes in the club want to fight her
She was born in the A, went to school in D.C. (Bankhead)
Got a job in Dallas, Texas then moved
I won't even lie & say i'm tired of these hoes
I love them hoes, i love them hoes, i love them hoes, i love them hoes
The more pain they give me
I
Won't let them take my soul I keep my gun like mad max from shottas
Lil bitch I been legit they counterfeit I'm all bout my dollars
I'll send a hit
its coming
I got focus now
Once is shadow in town
Everything goes down
Everybody wants the crown
I gotta suit up
All black like the bat
Lil shawty know
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",
them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel
Parked At Guillardo
I Got That Off White Go, Nelly Furtado
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got That White Girl, That Lindsay Lohan
And All U Got 2 Do Is Ask Lindsay Lohan
take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
(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)
'em)
You ain't help gettin' none of these racks (uh-uh)
I ain't got shit for you, don't ask (don't ask)
That lil' bitch did me bad (boom), I wish we
lame
Got a concussion them guns hit his brain
End of discussion the pic on the frame
His bitch for the gang
Bitch call me Bruce Wayne
Pull up shooting
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