Lyrics:
my name is
Bitch, I'm famous
Like Tom Brady
And hi, your name is?
Not important
Who cares?
Not Weezy Baby, uh
Wake up I see bad bitch, bad bitch, bad
'm scoring
You swear that you lit by
Your image, reality speaking
We know that you boring
This lil' ho is chasing, I
Call her a sprinter
But I'm not the one
Stack paper we gone ball for a minute
Ima be the best of all when it finished
You don't know who I am oh really
Keep thinking on the tip of ya lips its
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie like that
But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.Red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make
smoke so much trees
Look I just had to take a erb nap
I smoke trees cause my nerves bad
Mistreated by a certain aunt
And I never felt I deserved that
Now
smoke so much weed
Look i just had to take a erb nap
I smoke weed cause my nerves bad
Mistreated by a certain aunt
And i never felt I deserved that
Now I
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
at all cause all I hear is
I love my self
I don't need need nobody else, I don't need nobody
I just need a bad bitch and a fast car, fat tits and her
Keep me some clips like a movie
Molly water got me groovy
Plus this lil dirty Kool aid
I could never fall to you bastards
I be equipped with the ratchet
you know that Imma sign that
Bad luck when you see me and bro riding in a black cat
Day ones by my side, keep it straight and never bent
Bought
it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey
Got
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers
I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga
Stick to what you do
[ CHORUS ]
It be them Flaw Boyz,
I tell my woes who sellin' my dope
If you get caught, please don't tell on me, bro
This the code, we live by the code
Get money, stay fly, don't
instead? Yes sir, your total comes to $14.88 Who I'm tryin to feed, Michigan State? Can you relate? Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with Badder than bad
I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks (bling)
You know I pop shit, I talk shit, 'cause I gets a lot of guap
You know my
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
But I just parlay and sip on my guinness
Cause I'm the ripper, mr. flip the scripture
Niggas can't fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
I wreck
Say, boo, what's happenin'?
I need you to come see me on Saturday, alright?
Got this plan I need to run by, 'kay?
Alright, daddy love you too
Queensbridge nigga you gets by
And when they staring at on the ave its cause
You got a bad bitch, who hood rich
Caught mad licks to get her tips lit
And if you
I'm the largest, feelin' like YAYSKI
want me to jump on your shit, gotta pay me (TRICK)
Ayy, lil' mama bad, she bustin' it open
Ayy, girl, turn around,
star chick here yeah
Okay, yeah you know who I be
It's Mr drop It On her Before
She Can Count To 3
And mama two steppin' right next
To Price and me
It's
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