Lyrics:
Let's run It up Kha
This beat last forevr
I can see you in my dreams when you sleeping at night yea
It's gon be alright yea
Just pass me my drink no
whats the plan
Holla at a playa (x4)
Lil Wayne
Ok Baby Im the shit so can you bring me some tissha
Air freshener but bitch Im fresha
I can get ya girl
work then i'm going to the pot
Brand new whip no miles from the lot
Bought me a chain just to freeze up the spot
I feel like lil wayne when he dropped
[LIL WAYNE:]
Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter
Them troop shoot them run like them playa's oprah
They know me kingdom, make em scream
[Lil' Wayne]
And this is just a mixtape
Damn
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world till you mothafuckas come for me...Yeah
Don't worry if me got a gun you
Kan'
He all the same
Flow like Lil Wayne on Tha Carter
And I'm signed to the Carter faculty
'Cause the Roc is in back of me
Actually, that look like
like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do
shirt, ball like a Nerf, word!
Mo' green nigga and smoking pot
Wanna see more? I'm that whore from that lil' shop
Chop, butcher shot, open up yo top
All
up to the crib
You dribble on yo bib
Yo house look like a kip
Flexing on you with the drip ay
I'm a misfit
Get on the beat and throw a fit
Pull up
Politician politican on the beat
Lets Go
Verse 1:
Turn on the radio
look its lil wayne
But that isnt lil wayne
All you rappers sound the same
Turn
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
calling up my phone
I just let that bitch ring
I don't hit decline (ring)
Yeah
She hearing the dial tone
Yeah
I told her I cannot abide (woo)
I told lil
Gettin the bag like I was glad
I gotta stay in my groove
Coolest hotboy since Wayne
I'm scorching hot but I'm cool
The way I ride up on these tracks
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
with my hoe but that bitch a setup, it's finna get dicey
Lil Jawn on my arm really feisty
She'll beat any bitch ass in here, shit she might even fight
To get it together
Cause I'm the tolas mario
And we down for whatever
Never underestimate or you goin under
Y'all keep on playing with Lil Wayne
But
What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap
Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at the boy
Man, you better have ya bungee cord
Since Wayne took me off the leash
When my lil' brody call, I'm sendin' green dots
If my lil' nigga call, I'm pushin' on your block
Shout out my OG, he get him by the block
This
can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis'
a ticket
(Add it up)
Dabbin might pull up on you in Givenchy
(Damn) pretty lil lady, know she independent
You beat the statistics you got you
A car
the states
UFO
Swear I'm not of this race
That's why she call like ET all day
Saw me on BET then Pompeii
What up CBlack lil T and Lil Tay
Showed the boy love
Glocks
Finna beat your pussy and the ass
And keep the door locked up
Tape the bitches for money in California
Its Lil Boss nigga ya nam sayin pain nigga
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