Lyrics:
them 20's iont like those
Sponsored trip by the plug bitch I might go
Point guard in LA call him Lonzo
When cash was low nigga I was bagging O's
Gotta
all black like Bruce Wayne
Put on a beat I'm gon' eat it like Cici's
Diamonds on me round my neck double VV
Stay in the lab with a blonde Dee-Dee
Louis
a nine
KB need a verse?
I told him, "Ain't nothing to it"
Everybody ask me why, I just look em in the eye and say, "(Ima just do it)"
Country boy from
like a smurf
He a blue stain
Glockie on me gon leave him inna casket
Think Imma paint em all up on his jacket
Goofy lil boy keep on talking
I might just
What's good Sunny? yeah now um, while my
Beats get louder in the back
I'ma take this time to talk
A lil swave to you
Let it marinate i'm a cute nigga
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
Check your method, holler at your boy
Before you get yourself crucified like Christ Hosoi
Think of how much you're loved by Andy Roy, you
Won't Enjoi
' boy you a fool
It's crazy, all I think about is millions
Glizzy gang ready to shake the building
Water by G, yeah this chain expensive
Take it from me,
money I'm feelin' this cheddar
Shit gon' get harder you gotta do better
Boy you know diamonds don't crack under pressure
Boy I'm a king keep a queen like
millionth wonder moves
Hot Boy like Wayne when I rise my boot
Blood leakin on these roots
Blood leaking on these shoes
Blood leaking on these Airforces
Lil
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don't never send threats of me
They don't want a nigga neck tooken
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne
just havin' fun
'Cause I know when I show up those niggas gonna be stunned
Call me silk the shocker
I'm living by my gun
So now nigga call me Waka
Don't
Imma star
Ain't even got a car
I like Mardi Gras
A boy tried to set me up but I already told him naw
I'm going places all over the country yeah I'm going
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy
years
Since Lil Wayne came up in the game and took the beers
In ninety-nine, I turn on the TV, said who the fuck is this
Rap extraterrestrial, spitting
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
the case (never!)
But I'm not a cage fighter, boy I'm simply a man
Had a plan to stack a hundred thou' and get me some land
And I did it one time, then I
Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort
Ain't too many things I ain't done yet
I'm the king of this shit
Ground by the toilet
I'm just barley
(bye)
Why do niggas wanna fight me instead of fighting with a bitch? (get out)
Don't play with crips, boy, play with your lil' dick (pause)
Ain't shit
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy
startin' to think that you gay, like 50 Cent, cause you wanted by many men
You a gangbanger with a country accent, you a country boy or a city kid
When I see
the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't gotta say it
You don't cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look,
have it hurting and thumping
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your boo before a hot girl bang
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