Lyrics:
You like bro what that is? (Uh huh!)
Lil homie you mad late..
We done been to mad states..
Fresh off the show we back on the road,
Filling up
Workin' with some ass that could give good head
Can't forget about this bitch up in Philly on Richard Island
Freak-nasty bitch that's always swallowin'
Always in the way but he a man up on a mission
Lil Billy Lil Billy getting bigger by the minute
Now he wanna feed the children, Give em everything they’ve
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day
repent, but no making amends
All these old ways that I'm still trapped up in
Told that bitch that i won't go back again
Cause my head so fucked up and I'm
(yee-haw)
[Lil' Wyte]
Lil' Wyte's the name - their ain't a day pass
That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game
And turns a summer sault
I think she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil' nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah, put it on me girl
Matter
this shit a game, I'm a pull up on you blasting
Call my brotha Deezy need them thangs for the low
I'm gon blow, by the O, got ya hoe we blowing dro
I'ma
the field like Mike Vick
Yeah, I'm kickin' it, nigga, yeah, we on it I'm on some Lil Wayne shit, I can show me my opponent
Yeah, you ain't gone drop the top,
go share wit da bro, yea I know some lil hoes, that play in they nose, we pulling up wit da snow, might catch me chasing some cabbage, use make pallets
wanted to be like Wayne when I grew up
World War 5, nigga, we finna suit up
Bitch in the uber, shе pickin' my food up
Sipped out the cup
Now it's raising
and start feeling wild
I got on that drip
Fit wet like an ocean tide
Spark it up Lil Wayne no ceilings, I'm way to high
keep watchin
Baby I don't give up
In this club
(Lil Wayne)
UhUh
Shawty want a thug
It started wit a hug
And the rest went like this
I gave her neck
fun my nigga
(nah) i'm a big grape, you a fraud ass nigga
(bitch) 'Round here that'll get your
Ass dumped lil nigga (on crip)
I got a whole lot of cash
the use went up
And every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But goddamn, he loved that feeling
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
on the tee 'cause he two face
I'on hang in the streets all damn day
I'm a grown man, I done came a long way
But my lil' man stay up in the hallways
Lights
me I won't ever change
And I'm on the way way to Brooklyn and I'm blasting Lil Wayne
Boy you like the little joker and I'm feeing like Bruce Wayne
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or
If I was with somebody else
You don't understand
She make the people say yeah, yeah
by the hoes
Now a nigga know Jag finna get that doe cash before I hit that door hit the dro
Hit em with the big bad flow and get x out tic tac toe hit
back
Fuck a ho then I count up my racks
I can blow a mil' in a day
I'm not gonna stop 'til we straight
We at the top, lil' nigga just face it
I'm
I want this bitch clean man
Okay
Counting up a hunnit while I'm smoking out the ounce
Brand new roly poly Bruce Wayne face switch em out
Large
Pimpish
Jealous When I Ride By
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
Feelin Real Pimpish
Got Me Feelin Real Pimpish
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
I'm Feelin Real Damn Pimpish,
that we get they cant tax me
Two bruddahs calm chilling in the back seat
Both buckled up aint talking ‘bout taxi
I dip In then I dip out
I came into
They tell me slow down, I'm livin' fast
We gon' light up the town, like it's burnin' down
Don't go so fast, slow it down
My slow jam might slow
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