Lyrics:
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (yeah)
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot
of you bitches
Let the lord be my witness
What y'all don't know
Lil' Wayne the nigga from hind ta grow
Quick ta strap up and ride play the blunt
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
out, I'm Lil Wayne
I got all these shiny chains and swag
Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy
With that basic swag you need
To buy all this ice, this bling
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
Uh-huh, uh
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh
And Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
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
nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got
know Mack Maine
I know Lil Wayne, I'm a rich nigga
Everybody know I rep the Bitch Mob
Everybody know I love the BasedGod
It's Lil B
Bitch Mob nigga I'm
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
the sun'll shine through
And, touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn
Some how, some way
I gotta make it up out the hood
Brooklyn, mad street, putnam ave, I miss you nevermore, Bushwick
Started off hustle was hustlin', I came from the bottom where nobody wanted me
Never
the sector
Oh yeah
I'm killin'em... I'm killin'em
I might just pop another pill again
Might take another shot... shot
Lil' Wayne on'em I got the block... hot
she let me
Need a Rolex, 'Bama Runtz, both presi
Might look light but the bag come heavy
Swerving that whip by the corner
Bad lil bitch, she smelled my
focused on my shit like Lil Wayne
Just do you while I do me
I could rap but I just love pluggnb
Was smoking Runtz with Cookies
Showing real love is so free
my flight
I really do this shit for my lil bro in the sky
These other niggas ain’t my brothers
They just bro’s in disguise
Wayne’s world tatted on me
of y'all good and thats good but we gotta aim to be great
Should've been dropped but I got stopped
Call me Wayne cause I'm sorry for the wait
Drip too hard
Degrees you would think that i'm, Wayne (Wayne)
MOB you would think that i'm stunna, I keep it a hunnid
(Keep it ahunnid) These niggas can't see me, I
In this bitch with D Weave and we making amends
I call up Vynce Wayne cause she said bring a friend
This bitch said she love me, wasn't her man
This
run in new circles is what I have to do
Bruce Wayne but my real face is the mask yup true
There's been times where I felt so dead inside
And music was
Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi
So much fire, more fire
Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
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