Lyrics:
get peeled like no onion
And have ya moma cryin
Niggas told me they gon ride
Cant leave da house wit out my 9
Niggas snitchin to cut time
Bodies droppin
a bag in the safe
Gig on tour, ensurin' my bass
Wavin' my lil' ones and bathing apes
Niggas cryin' for less out here
Do what I gotta do bruh, do bruh
Yeah
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Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
Weezy F middle finger to life
So
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right
Fuckin' right, all right
[Lil Wayne]
So much for being optimistic
They say love is in
in my brain
Do it for the thoughts in my brain
You lil thot stay in yo lane
This lil pistol poke through the yohji coat
He wanna work with me
tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama (ooh-yeah), she let me bust her piñata
the ho
The one that'll slang still
And keep it on the low
One that'll do time for me
And slang that fuckin co
To all you know
(Lil Wayne
so then niggas they gotta pop out
He ain't even graduate lil nigga a drop out
He just wanted to be famous niggas left him nameless
How you switch up
This the double back naw this ain't no remix[00:22.49]Ima make it legend like Lil Wayne with the prefix[00:25.04]Coming with a twistplot kill
You know, stars only shine when it's dark out
Thinkin' you can rob me, come and find out
Tell that fuck lil' nigga, better pipe down
Type of shit
at an early age, that's where I learned all my knowledge
Letter from my lil' cousin Benny, sayin' somebody killed Quahfee
2016 judge let me out, I grew
It's ironic
They all wanna sound the same
Lil imitations Waynes
Shits lame
In no way iKhanik
I guess in a certain way
I'm the product
Of the certain
and get hung by fat shoestrings
Bottle with a hat and a cane like Bruce Wayne
See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane
Me and Shawnie Poo swing, gin
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
that I really got to eat
Living where it be
Like 3 degrees hotter than hell
Tell me don't sin
Lil bitch well I am already here
So when in Rome
Get out
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I can
get back while gettin' Cooked
He did a week for it Lil' girly said she want a Beam, I got three
For her I'll catch a nigga up close to let off Shots
unders Christmas trees (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You hear 'em cryin' out loud 'cause my soul bleed
You smokin' loud right now, by my lonely
A lot of problems,
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
lead
But what I do know is the way she dance
Make shorty alright with me (hey, hey, hey!)
The way she get low
I'm like, yeah, just work that out for
These nigga showing me anger, they takin' it out on me
Hit the booth after I hang up with Maceió Hazis
I really fuck with dude, for real
Disruptive
head and move me some pack
Got a plug out in pagua inna islands
Beast mode boom out the trap
Fool with the gat smoove wit the gat
Real slick dude lil
[FRANCISCO]
No
I had to do it man
Official Remix
Detroit Stand up
Dj Z
No one on the corner got swagga like me
That can say they unsigned doing shows
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