Lyrics:
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
with the .44 (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Slide, slide, fo' (ug) (go loco)
I'll put you in a chokehold
(Go loco, go loco, go loco)
I'll pull a track out,
on the east
i'm the devil itself, finding a lost soul by myself
and i'll find you then rip you and put your head up in my shelf
Chorus :
Imma rappin'
the stang
You ain’t with us and that’s a fact lil boy stay in ya lane
I can put a wig on a pig and break the bitch off tip
Big homie in the hood i got respect
text
Cause my ex
But that fucking sex
Yea it was the best
She lil hood
But she smart
And thats really understood
I put her through a lot
She on my side
bled, as I race track with thoroughbreds
Ducking the feds
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, my ice slow fly up on the keyboard son
Niggaz ran up on me law, praising
for my folks, vice, lords, and kings
All the trappers, future rappers, standin' out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
a gangsta is a rappers pass
Real stiff nigga wit yo trappin ass
You da reason CVS ran out of plastic bags
Savage ass
Pull up and you let it go
Before you
enough is enough
(Verse 1)
Major to you it's nothing to us, Lil nigga need some toughening up, cause you too lax, while I'm killing these tracks, yeen
think he movin smarter
Granny said you remind me of yo father
Youngin Hearing rumors bout his brother
Heard lil folks set it up
He like damn nigga
finna scoop a baby G and real nigga
This game a nigga got a put yo hoes on my track have
hoes sellin top and bottom
That mouf and that cat bitch
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
Trackhawk jeep why the shit so tall
I'm in the hood, i open the hood
I look at the engine make sure it don't stall
Know i was trippin i missed yo call
Bought
cap
Me and young shadow go back
Let me shed a lil light on these facts
I wasn't impressed by yo raps
I resonated witcho soul
This nigga had a heart gold
and I came up, remember that killa,
That nigga named LeathaFace, now if you thug nigga pick up you pump,
and buck it, put a bitch up in a gutter, fuck it,
they got my back, so
We gon' keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, ahh
Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back
And I'm fin' to put
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
battle gone head & pore me up
I be playin in ha pussy, leave ha shii wet & gushy
Then back to hustling on that block in the city or cross the track
Let
glost like that shit target practice
Just put them dots on my problems because I'm highly accurate
That bitch played it crazy I don't trip on lil' mama
I
want
That Re-Up to come up, what? put 'em up
What do you want? -
Westcoast, westside, worldwide, nigguh
What do you want? - Yo mama, sucking my dick
Haha
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
the slums(YEAH!)
put yo hood up, show a nigga where ya from
and if they hate that, then get da job done
(HEY HEY HEY HEY)
what we ridin?[what we ridin?]
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