Lyrics:
town from Virginia
Five foot two, so she got a lil temper
What you tryna do? Said I'm tryna get in ya
First time I put it in, she let out a lil whimper
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
back home
Repping that Houston, figgas like que-bones
It's hood fella Corleone
Back with them good songs
The streets is my backbone
I'm known to get
ain't scared to go to hell
Only God can judge me, it's just I, me and myself, yeah
It's just I, me and myself
I love my lil' brother, he remind me
foe,
Dead by ya feet, bleeding through the concrete,
As it seeps, you could feel the release of a soul,
Passing the spot where I lost lil bro,
Pay my
good
We wasn't poor, But there were some days
That we just went without, I thought that would show
It don't matter though, but if you can find a suburb
I wanted and hit a lick fast
Lil good boy now a nigga big bad yeah a nigga big bad
And pissed off
If you can’t do it by the book then what’d you read
was great the dinner was good
Conversation with straight fuck it I'm back in the hood
A week pass and aftermath is starting to set in
I'm thinking bout
fan of this next line I wrote
I hate the fact I gotta say, "Rest in peace to Pop Smoke" (damn)
The good die young, it really wasn't his time
Him
a good girl, she want a gentleman
We sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spittin' game
I was scrimmagin'
My penmanship is so hard it needs
swine then we ate him with that nine
Pushing P to Pusha T cream oozing
Push Pusha for that white rock that's some good music
It's a cold day, ima roll J
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said
"Settle ya fuckin' ass down I'm ready for combat, man"
Get it? Calm Batman
Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb
twisted now
Ill put one in your brain
Boutta spit some shit
Like im lil wayne
Yea im lil wayne
I stay sane
I beat it up like im bane yea
I keep it up
Authentic, Lil P I'm authentic
Realest version of my self
I don't wanna hide jack shit
Authentic, Lil P I'm authentic
Realest version of my self
I don't wanna
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
across my collar, does it purr?
All these pimps is hysterical
I think they full of scare
Passin' by 'em in the V twin
Ghost-ridin' the blur
And rejection
no Gorilla Zoe or no Lil Wayne
If you can't feel the pain or close to the same
Check yourself to see if your breathing
Cuz we all feeling drained
I'm
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
my peeps, it's only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin' now, I leave him right by the curb
And I don't go to sleep mama so good night ain't
my peeps, it's only right that I splurge
And any nigga trippin' now, I leave him right by the curb
And I don't go to sleep mama so good night ain't
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
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