Lyrics:
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
'm gon' holla that (I'm gon holla that)
Lil' brotha Lucci and Mr pookie
They got my back (Look they got my back)
Ooh Wee you betta learn who you fuckin' wit
Dont Give c Fuck I Do This Shit By My Lonely
You Jus My cssociate You Dont Really Kno Me
Bitch I cm Tha Plug's Plug Call Me Big Homie
Disrespect Tha Dead
None were found
120 on a boat
Ready to colonize
Landing in NC
And Led by Mr. White
Mr. White left 'em behind
Bring back food tools and help
Or we
Sweetie i been up in tha booth yea I'm spittin w some passion,say she want the dick well lil baby you can't have shit focused on this money think
then we rip it
I'm an enigma young SplashGXD
That's nigga Tha Drippa of drippers
I'm down by the river
Mercy the word out the mouth when I murk em
Dead
up in tha Gutta
Head so good got me saying fuck a rubber
Make me wanna make her Mrs Rucker
I Fell in love right after i met ha (On god)
Pussy real good
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
darkside man... Bang on tha darkside man,
Land of the thuggish ruggish city, will it reveal?
well I went back to my land with a 12 gauge Mossberg Pump, big
the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
on the lil' skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so I blasted her
Smashed and I got about 5 blocks
Before I got stopped by punk ass cops
(Shit,
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
knows the bread is my Mrs.
30, side of my pocket
She wanna fuck but she think that I'm toxic
I was outside with the shooters and shit
Got so many bitches
see
Play tha music On play it On never stop now
Play tha music On play it On never stop now
Play tha music On play it On never stop oh oh oh
Oh mr
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
You niggas ain't street
You ain't in tha trap
I rap what I live
These lil niggas cap
Mention my name its smoke off tha flap
I'ma go burn up
the Brad.
You punk motherfucker, I'm comin' agg...
Mr., Mr. Scarface, for the nine-trey.
Niggas packin' nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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