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like I'm lil wayne, these rappers my mini me
My style be transforming, they calling it bumbelbee
My girl be so flawless, she holy like trinity
How they

bitches boolin by the pool and hella top shotters got 'em tuning
Oh my god let me slow down, I'm really zooming
Let me go Chevy Spark on this motherfucker

of course he lyin'
Over three hundred thousand Americans done died
Lil Wayne and Lil Pump jumped on Trump dick
Now look, now they look stupid for doin'

Slobs Keep on Slippin'

Bloods & Crips

Bangin' on Wax, Vol. 2: The Saga Continues [Collectors Edition]

2003

Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night

(woo)
Shooters on go, let a slug blam you (uh huh)
And all morning, lil' homie passin' out drug samples
My bitch don't rock no Fashion Nova shit or no

better than the shit you gon' release
I could fuck around and do a feature, shit I'll do for free
If you want me in a studio then you gon' pay a fee to me

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

a game
You in yo final fantasy
I been the field standing right where Peyton Manning be
Send a couple shots at you bullets like a hail Mary
Inspired by

the trap house
In the studio letting the raps out
Every nigga got his gack out
Waitin on a fuck nigga to act out
Yeah the trap house bunkin
All the dope

just made my first milly sellin' straight dope
Why the fuck am I even rappin' or tryin'
Completely uninspired by niggas constantly lyin'
Feed you shit

Yeah. Y'know if you wonder why I ever tell y'all yea or whatever I'm on, 
Y'know what I'm saying, in the studio. I'm just- I just gotta tell y'all

drove me to get attention
Steerin' me the wrong way, I'm stayin' late with Miss Direction, ma (skrrrrrrt)
I place that shiny lil' apple on her desk
While

trash by own father
Family on my ass but Ian give damn I just went harder
They say I'm disrespectful y'all can suck my dick just to take it further
Y'all

lil baby
Go on and go check the receipts (Dumb bitch!)
Let the song repeat
And tell me if you hear defeat
That boy was running down the street
Like he

no handouts
These pussies know I’m the man now
I’m the stu I smoke by the pound
Lovin the music I’m finding my sound
Staying low gotta hide from

On Bullard and Maroa right down the street from the studio we at right now
It's good though niggas grow everyday get better and better
As we more influenced by

and I got a couple lil niggas that’ll push up on u let the shit squeeze/ hit his top and make his body park/ then slide back and hit his entourage/ bitch

applyin' the pressure, I'm powered by G-O-D
And we gon' be alright, that's what Kendrick Lamar said
And in the words of Lil Wayne, the sky is the limit,

I mean
I hurdle from the opposition cause they below me
You can’t show me
Cause if you think that I’m gonna stay idle lil boy you don’t know me cause

she opens her legs sometimes you got to say Nah
Be wise. You'll be fine live out the days of your life
Sometimes Mona Lisa comes around, Lil Wayne right

changed nigga
And you still wanna be Lil Wayne nigga?
Let's be honest bruh y'all not the crazy type
A bunch of bitches so from here act lady like
I'll get

dope and moved O's
And made hope of it
And got busy with any nigga
That made joke of it
Made a lil' change, boom bam, studio equip
Fast forward couple

loud getting drunk, feeling down in a rut
Fucked like a doe in the middle of the woods
Yeah bruh, Surrounded by bucks
But they don't really care at all

That's a rap (That's a rap )
Always looking forward
Never back (Never back)
Roll that weed
By the sack (By the sack )

When I speak (When i speak)
That's