Lyrics:
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
the Godfather? Swizz? Lil Wayne?
Hey y'all smoke too much but got Cali tatted on his veins
And I just got a text from your mama
Saying the water burst, I guess
then, lil pucker-rama (lil pucker-rama)
I'm so active, you being so drastic
Got something for ya face, fuck Proactiv
I'm a pro at this, 'round
raised by)
Better play it right, yeah, you better play it right
I got loyalty and blood, I do anything for love
And everything for us, doing
on the first album?
Who had Kanye saying, "She a problem"?
Who the fuck came in the game made her own cologne?
Who made Lil Wayne give 'em five million?
Why
grah, shootin' out the Hummer today
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah
One bad move, I'ma dump at his face
Keep the toolie by my
on anybody
Got the semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Yeah, I'm from uptown, Eastside
I'm lighting up two blunts at one time
popsicles
Pop up on bicycles
Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle
Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne
But the dividends not little
Yeah don't
then, lil pucker-rama (lil pucker-rama)
I'm so active, you being so drastic
Got something for ya face, fuck Proactiv
I'm a pro at this, 'round
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
Shoutout Dakari
Shoutout Ed, shoutout Jesse, shoutout The Game
It's like we always do it this time
Just take it to myself like, yeah, uh
You all propaganda
I’m like lil Wayne what’s in my cup you sipping Tropicana, my dawg he was rich but now he gone he looked like French Montana, if
to do my time
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' Ghetto Boy
Bobby had Whitney
We was cooking up crack
But them fifteen credit's had
A nigga off track picture that
Best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
The best
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
earn stripes so I ride all night with my chrome
And these crackers steady harassing me won't leave Lil Black alone
Man I was dropping chicos for a mil'
bought him a brick
Boobie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game
Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda)
Carol City set, 183rd still
you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope
talking
Whole year later and this nigga start barking
Howling at the moon
Guess he waiting for the get back
Knows that when I see him
Guaranteed I push your
for
This is what Susane Olmstead gave birth for
This is what I put my heart into
Raised by Lil Wayne, playing Carter II
And some Beatles, and some
said they had to cut it open, put a pacemaker on it to put it back on beat
'Til my mama took me to holistic doctors and they prescribed me magnesium for
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