Lyrics:
at the show then i rock it
Then I go back to the bowl and I rock it
I’m from the dopehole you know how I’m rocking
OxyContin PT’s wit seals no baby bottles
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
like shaq (Gimmie Det)
So Imma Thug It By Myself Dets Det
Krismas money went straight to da pack (Fuck)
Made a band had ta bring 4 back
Flip Da Lil Band
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
Free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem? (I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury) mob
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go
small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin'
In this bitch with D Weave and we making amends
I call up Vynce Wayne cause she said bring a friend
This bitch said she love me, wasn't her man
This
Parked At Guillardo
I Got That Off White Go, Nelly Furtado
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got That White Girl, That Lindsay Lohan
And All U Got 2 Do Is Ask Lindsay Lohan
out did me greasy
Now my pockets too thick, all of them look cheesy
Hustlers doin' numbers in the 2-3
I think I'm great like John wearing 2-3
This lil
small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin'
to the dead, no board, no ouija
Two pills got me lifted up
Rest in peace to my nigga Paps, we used to ride around with the semi tucked
By my agent, come
[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
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
shit like a game
Have her pop pussy but I'm not Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne)
All blacked out like I'm Bruce Wayne
I threw you the oop just slam it like King
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
Bitch, you could get left, so bitch, get me right, you gotta impress me
Lil' bitch walking 'round with her titties out like she gon' breastfeed
Police
all black like Bruce Wayne
Put on a beat I'm gon' eat it like Cici's
Diamonds on me round my neck double VV
Stay in the lab with a blonde Dee-Dee
Louis
mighty possessive
Lil' Wayne could not have found him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me? They all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal,
2 God that a PT Cruiser don't hit you
Cuz if i get hit I rather die by a jag
Or died in a fire fight lettin it fly with the mag
And jump out
years
Since Lil Wayne came up in the game and took the beers
In ninety-nine, I turn on the TV, said who the fuck is this
Rap extraterrestrial, spitting
Tryna get a mil off two crumbs
A couple ideas to get out the slums
Couple chums down for the same run
Take over the game flip two when we need sum
Corous- (check it ahhhu... check it ahhhu... check it ahhhu... I check ei.. I check ei... (repeat)
2nd Verse: LIL' WAYNE- I gotta... I gotta... they say I
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