Lyrics:
the definition of truce is
To lose it nigga you stupid
I'm wit' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit
Lil' Wayne:
Yo
closer to my house
Then you'll know what I'm talking 'bout
(I'm out the) Hood (this the remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up, hood (put 'em up,
know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Ain't let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
And make a movie
It's ironic
They all wanna sound the same
Lil imitations Waynes
Shits lame
In no way iKhanik
I guess in a certain way
I'm the product
Of the certain
Another word, and another word, and ah
Feels sad
You know, I know that we are young
And I know they all loved me
But I just can’t be with
Them like this
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
hips
Shake they rumps, bass thump
Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh
Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer
From the Boogie Down
had no dent (dent)
Ooh, this shit treaky, these nigga so Walt Disney
They kid it, they Micky, I know how to make it sticky
Bust it like piñatas, like
[Lil Wayne:]
I think we got a problem
Yeahh...
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew.
Big business minus the business
when I be slinging nine (uh uh)
Lil Wayne, Juvie and Turk that's who I roll wit (who)
If I gotta lick that's who I go kick in the door wit (who)
Baby is
See em getting scary when they see me in that ghost whip
On my Christian Bale, don't know what to tell ya
It don't get no realer, better get familiar
grass that you pass around (you know)
Then I stash a pound by my ave' with rounds (you know)
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down (you know)
You
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
trips to LA
Sent some packs
Back like they gifts
Huh
All I did was fuck the money up
Should've stashed
Some for my kids
I didn't know
I was gonna have
sellin' weight
I'm on fire, know they hate
All my cars up-to-date
Four by four, niggas know
Ask about me in the city, ain't no joke, yeah (yeah, yeah,
inside of my songs 'cause I know they be bragging a lot
I can't keep taking these pills, getting high with these bitches, I'm supposed to be handing 'em
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, and you no this (remix
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for
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
on Richard Milli I look richer by the day
Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah
Two-tone
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
Stadium at my restaurant (yerr)
Tied in from AZ to Dave East, you know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in
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
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