Lyrics:
I'm on another planet, I'm on another planet.
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Ehhmmmm goodbye world, it's Weezy aka mister he took my girl,
I'm on one, (haha)
Throwback sneakers and my new chains (Woo)
Suicidal if my contract was like Lil' Wayne's
Body droppin', every week you in a new gang (Woo)
Volkswagen
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
First let me hop out motherfucking Porsche
Ion want her if that ass don't sit like a horse
I be balling on these niggas got me feeling like sports
(You know I stay charged up) ha, ha
(Double A in the 'Yo with me right now)
Free Lil Top, nigga (yeah)
Nigga, free Lil Top out (ayo, Drum bring
kick you out the room, lil' bitch, ayy
I don't wanna be here, I just wanna end it
We just started but I guess this the ending
Shawty, you ain't shit,
shit double
You say you bangin we know you be bluffin
When you say you hustlin but you really wasnt
Saw you on the gram got exposed by your cousin
You
to empty the nines out
D batteries for the radio to blasties
Hit's by the oldies, eating macaroni
Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice
Horse whip
Yeah man it's ya boy Lil B
Shouts out to Young Money, you feel me
Lil' Wayne want A Milli
I want A Zilli, Bay Area Boys
Give me that quarterback
Lil bitch come here
Lil bitch come here
Lil bitch come here
I know you like me by your stare
Pull off (Pull off Skrrt)
Now we shifting gears
Take you
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit
Fuck roun’ and get smoked
Make the lil mouse bleed (Rrrahh)
Calm in any situation
Influenced by the streets (La calle)
No leach in my campaign
All my
nothin' about here
I was out hustlin' through the drought, yeah
Fucked around and made a water spout here
All my old bitches mad with a pout
Mad cause they
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
throwing ones by the hunnits (Big)
When you runnin up that sack you bet not fumble (Uhh uhh)
They tell me remain humble when you make it out that jungle
just started clicking
Pressing with precision
Them boys on a mission
Get in the presence of the Father
Mind your business
Wayne's world, feeling
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne
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
boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
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