Lyrics:
one rollin da blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' for that holla at cha boy
I'm a m-m mack mack a p-p-pimp
I sp-sp-sp-spit
Chanel on her feet is the dress code
Skrt off the block when it rain on em
Blood money with the stains on it
I got the wop from Diego
Block is hot i am lil
Boombox till the tomb locks
Ms Jeans if you nasty
I just wanna party
I just wanna smoke my weed
I've been getting to the money
Yeah I've been going
, salute (yeah, uh)
It's Young Money, salute
So sick with the flow
Yeah, your cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo, no T.O
No
cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color
heart races Lil Wayne
I thought she was feeling me, when she said hey
Even though she was mad her smile still made my day
Interrupted conversation old boy
Yeah i'm scrap the youngest in the nation young nigga
Quit hating on the money that I'm making I'm just country
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Look they
Another Cash Money classic, ya heard me?
Birdman, Lil Wayne, ya heard?
Them niggas know they gangstas from the hood, ya heard me?
I'm a nigga out
steelo, gotta keep it playa
No pussy, money, weed? Then, I don't even care
Uh, playa by nature
Nigga, I'm your bitches favorite (Nigga, I'm your bitches
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
(old K)
My lil' brother beat his body, OJ (OJ)
Niggas talkin' 'bout they lit, I'm La Flame (pussy)
That lil' boy a mascot, he ain't gang (pussy
My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team
It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to throw salt
ima jerk off in your cup of coffee
I just lit a blunt on the highway ima a lil drunk if I might say honestly
Got a half plate in my trunk and my motha
Lil Wayne:
Yeahh
Uh-Huh
Ummmm Uh-huh
Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering its Weezy F Baby come to
take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my mind
Good times and get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blinds
I'm living but, really
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal
feel too different
Wayne told me "close your eyes, they'll never see your vision"
So I stay ready to die behind these biggie lenses
Reinventing all
frosty
Blood drain heffa stain
Daddy Tunechi Lil Wayne
Young Money moola Wayne
Champagne squirting out his vein
Drizzy dripped in my cocaine
Sucked Nicki
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