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Lil Wayne

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne ( /ˌlɪl ˈweɪn/), is an American rapper. In 1991, at the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1996, Lil Wayne joined the group Hot Boys, which also included rappers Juvenile, B.G., and Young Turk. Hot Boys debuted with Get It How U Live! that year. Lil Wayne gained most of his success with the group's major selling album Guerrilla Warfare, released in 1999. Also in 1999, Lil Wayne released his Platinum debut album Tha Block Is Hot, selling over one million copies in the U.S. more »

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Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
I went from rich man, nigga, straight to henchman, nigga
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
Too all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas
Kickin' back, gettin' fat, gettin' tats

And to your fuckboy posse with their tough boy postures
It's an act, they ain't never got your back
Gettin' jacked, you ain't never gettin' it back
You gettin' wacked, you ain't never comin' back
And cut 'em slack, we ain't never done 'em that
No, we ain't never done 'em that
And we don't go tit for tat, we just blat
Now he's exposed, when we snap, picture that
He decomposed, he small like cat in a trap
Oh, I go psycho, I go rhino, I know his recital
My whole fuckin' bio, I'mm K-I-L-L-E-R no typo
I'm a dino, I'm a K9
Nigga that don't give a flying f*ck about another clique but us
Who fly as us? We flyin' up
Who wanna f*ck with us? Who signin' up?
'Cause I know my clique tough as tusks that's on a hippopotamus
And I know I'mma sip that stuff
I can't say that this is not a must
I must say this shit kinda tough
But f*ck it, nigga, bottom's up, pause
I got time, fucks some mama, hit little mama up
And I got millions to blow and I got Milian to plush
I got millions of .44's and I got military guns
And I may just 'bout to go pop, pop, pop, like January 1
Got some bitches on the floor and when I piss they drink it up
I'mma gon' shit on everyone and she gon' feel like kingdom come
Told my bitch that she don't want that bitch, I'm still Mrs. Cita son
And I'm triple OG, my own girl own a gun

I get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
And we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat

Yeah, get the gat, get the gat, get the gat
When you a rich little nigga, plus some niggas plot to jack
Where they at, where they at, where they at?
Bitch tryna take mine, I'm sendin' bullets through ya back
I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G
Copped the coupe and the wheels, first day I hit the streets
I match the rags with the mags and the seats
And I be saucin' on these niggas so it all match my sneaks
Damn, you know how east niggas do shit
40 on my left, I'mma ride a new bitch
Yesterday hoe was trippin' so she gotta go
One thing about pimpin', man, motherfuck a hoe
Me and Hoody talkin' cocaine
For the slippers outta niggas who want whole thangs
Oh man, feel the trigger, make it go bang
So keep a gat and if they ask we don't know names

Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat
To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat
And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin'
And we strapped with the gat in all black
So where you at, where you at, where you at?
Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat

All this white powder, screaming, "white power"
Young Money, bad boys, fat Mike Lowry
Wow, I might shoot up your Ferrari, nigga
Oh, tell your passenger I'm sorry, nigga
My young niggas screaming, "put me in the game, coach"
Chopper bullets rain, you gon' need a raincoat
My little homie got stripes like a Bengal
I got a nephew, he ain't a killer, he a angel
Get money, stay real, that's the game plan
I got a bad bitch and all she do is gang-bang
My college hoe on the lotion do the same thing
I got a stripper with a gat and a fat cat
Breakin' niggas off, all my homes call her Kit-Kat
Yeah, she let you hit that, bet she bring your shit back
Sleepin' with them hoes, get you tied up and kidnapped
Killers at your door, nigga, knock knock, click clack

Get ya get, get ya get, get ya get
And load it up, load it up, load it up
Where your fuckboy posse, where they at?
Niggas f*ck, niggas f*ck, niggas f*ck
Yeah, shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake that ass hoe, shake, shake
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass
Say dicksuckin' hoe, nutsuckin' hoe
Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
You ain't got no job, know you wanna be a trick
But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone
And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah
No Ceiling

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