Lyrics:
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
And we won't stop, get money niggas
(gone)
Lil' nigga, I'll cancel you (uh)
You would get left like a vegetable (you would get left like a vegetable)
Hold up, huh, I'ma run off if it's
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back
at vi må ha pitstop, stopper på Circle K (Uh, Wiener!)
Wiener og Cola og Sandwich for 30, by the way (Huh, huh)
Du har ikke no å gjøre her, plis før jeg
Dora Señora, she lookin' to explore
And way she get in touch it gives me chills like 'Oh My God'
And no Lil Wayne she suck it way too real, lollipop ha
it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now lil' scroll down that cement, that path was already
figured I'm done
Three hundred K and I did it for fun
Gone for a week and the stress weighed a ton
Like how to be great, money bigger than Pun
Been
they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long
Been a g in the game now my son on the throne
[Lil Wayne]
I am the beast
Feed
Spider-Man
Blaise's eminent, hopefully can beat Eminem
Uproar upcomin', Lil Wayne is my next compeer
Stare like a deer, tell me why do you hate me dear?
I'm
the Charger
I think I got a crush on Lil' Wayne's daughter
No, he didn't, yes, I'm talkin' bout Reginae Carter
Put me in detention, I want all the bad bitches
overseas gettin them G's fall out please,
you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie,
Ayy
I'ma let you feel my pain
I'ma take you through the toughest of the rains
I'ma just let you inside of my brain and show you the things that make
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
ridin'
First hunnid band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some'
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can't wait
Get back up in the streets, so the rumors can be dead
Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head
Bumba claat watch, now watch me I'm
don't wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention
I'm like Nevada
like I'm lil wayne, these rappers my mini me
My style be transforming, they calling it bumbelbee
My girl be so flawless, she holy like trinity
How they
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
you smokas
Ma ma ma ma make crack like this
Masta P
Ghetto Dope No Limit Records
(Ma ma ma make crack like this)
Part of the Tobacco
I swear I been broke way too long
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I've been broke my whole life (broke)
Now money right
I've been broke my whole life
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
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