Lyrics:
Don't know what to do
They say it's just a phase
[Verse 3-(Lil Wayne)]
Uh-uh I'ma lil bit more than that
Shawty I'm so hot ima make u bring yo oven back
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
up.
[CHORUS] (2x):
Lil' Wayne: (Ay, ay, ay)
Now whussup with that?
Cause you know us don't play,
We bust the gats...
And we got ice all over,
With dubs
a MM, now it's a Jeep like gun pace
Told 'em I'ma be rich one day
And when I got it, lil nigga ain't pump fake
Nigga want beef, we in Iran
Chopper weren't
And they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that bitch
(Lil' Wayne)
She a doggy
out, I'm Lil Wayne
I got all these shiny chains and swag
Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy
With that basic swag you need
To buy all this ice, this bling
your motherfucking thing now
Pocket full of money, do your motherfucking thing now
I spent two bricks on my chain, bitch can't get no wedding gown
by far, aye
I just make a hit I ain’t gotta try hard, aye
Pop another V, got me playing my part, aye
All these boys wondering how I’m playing my cards,
(Lil' Wayne)
Wuz Up
This the life nigga
Check
Verse 1:
I got ten round my neck
Twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah
Million dollar
shit but it's all a bluff
Been through hard times but I still stay tough
And I'm on my shit like wu tang (One time)
Get that money like Bruce Wayne (Mhm)
shawty cream like my name was Wu Tang (like I'm tang)
And she luv when I fuck on ha brain
You wifin that hoe that aint part of the game (at all)
Off that
I'm the Cash Money Machiavelli
Y'all ain't ready, quick fast
Like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
Eighty two, I was born ready, I'm too ready y'all
double bag it
Money so tall it should play in the paint
My second home look a lot like the bank
Ha ha ha laughing don't get in my way
Dun nah nah Batman
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
the Richard
(Yeah)
Cause I don't need that
They keep watching all my money
I don't need that
Lil chain
Let it hang by the neck
Broke neck
That's enough to break
settings to grow 'till I'm done
I'ma hitch hiker and I really went far
I'ma big dipper counter part, I'ma star
Shades on sippin' sumn dark at the bar
Bitches
808 Mafia
Money callin' me, trouble followin' me
I'm a street nigga and I'ma always be
And my momma know I'm good so she don't pray for me
I'm
(Money machine ima money machine)
(Money machine ima money machine)
(Money machine ima money)
Come and get fly im a pilot
Bad lil bitch look like
And now I'm 3m to the B
Aye
Now I'm 3m 2 da B
3MBongolli
I gotta thand Ma
For the name
I get what I want
And sum more when I walk
In the store
I tell a hoe
And the name be fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things
With them twenty-two inch chopper blades
Diamond face, diamond
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
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