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her coochie (hold up)
And I feel like Lil Tunechi (homixide)
Spit like Lil Wayne, Young Weezy (what, homicide)
Pull up to the Stu it's Lil EZ (what,

the struggle Big bro said don't get into trouble
Lil bro got it off the muscle selling crack to see the money double
It ain't too many people going to love you

[Intro: Jim Jones]
R.I.P Big
We some niggaz that's gonna make you proud of this game
Smell me? (Jones, Capo)
Cash Money (Santana)
Dipset (Lil Weezy)

on tame, you better do the same I would never switch up, I'ma stay the same

Red rum, that's murder spell backwards Lil' fat shit, count my money backwards

5 Star Remix

Trina

Live from the Kitchen

2012

Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is

That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch
Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch

Knockin Doors Down

Trick Daddy

Da Bottom Vol. 9

2006

Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme

That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinking

That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinking

wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie

in (piiiiiimp) them ostrich tims
Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in

(Give it up top wordplay is Brolic...
(yo I know y'all miss me
(Time is Money...)
Turn me down a lil but I don't wanna be peakin on my jawn
(You know

addicted to money like Dedede
They all plotting, they be watching like DVD
I'ma just work-work-work, feel like I'm ri-ri-ri
They got me sleep, I be sounding

every day
She better give me that face
Baby, she give me brain, Wayne
I be gettin' money, you a dummy
Swear to god, I put dick right down her tummy
You

Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

you smokas 

Ma ma ma ma make crack like this 

Masta P 

Ghetto Dope No Limit Records 

(Ma ma ma make crack like this) 

Part of the Tobacco

'em with the backstroke
Bitch, I'm on the mic, Lil Wayne and Fat Joe
Stacks getting tall cus I'm running up the cash though
Her dad ain't like me, I was

from the movie scenes
I ain't worried 'bout y'all
I just be doing me
I won the last like thirty times but act like I'm down two to three
I work so

through Tunechi?"
Bitch, come through, we through
And I'ma go plum dumb in it
And we all need fruit she said, "Babe
You so crazy and I'm your crazy glue"

lil nigga but you still a dyke 
Lookin at me Weird you gone get yo face redesigned 

Verse 3
Like a tour you can get yo shxt pushed back 
Got a bag full

yo lil homie don't mention in songs
My brother and me been the same, what you on?
I'ma give you the warning cause I got the throne
Keep them racks up

sell this shit by myself, I make a lil trip to the East and she f*****
And say she gon leave ion cuff it
So ion be buyin that shit and she bluffing
Three

find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion

Get Down

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

Money son, I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though, hat low, Nikes is leather
Lil' ma twist two, get my life together
Your bitch meet me at the bar

Money son, I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though, hat low, Nikes is leather
Lil' ma twist two, get my life together
Your bitch meet me at the bar

Alright
Alright
Top floor condo I'm climbing the height
Need the pin code to get on the site
Like I'm Bruce Wayne I step out at night
Alright
Alright