Lyrics:
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
Packing for any bitch
That wanna get it cracking
Passing by any nigga
That try to bag me
Dashing zooming on these hoes
No crashing masking
Cause if it's no
[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
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
turned bitter
I be crying every night
Why'd them niggas jump me?
I ain't wanna fight
Now I'm thinking bout these millions
I'm the richest nigga out and
I
Foreal dawg
I been waiting for this beat for a lil minute
Hell yah bih, Koly we got another one
Look, I'm tryna stay afloat
And keep my head above
Can't tell me nothing
When they all look the same
Been this way
Since Auntie Shirley
Called me Noonie Pa Nay
Before you met me prolly knew me by name
If
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
[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
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
at the opps for sure, yeah-yeah (rah-rah)
They ain't even know me and Bubba was close (let's go)
Niggas they plot on the low (let's go)
But they all get
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
this bitch wit Dj Green Latern
Tony YaYo
Its the Remix
The Game
Have you ever seen a Bently Coupe on Gold Dayton Wires, doin a buck fifty, Me Banks
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