Lyrics:
' Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
WAYNE: Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
M: We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire...
W: Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
[TURK]
I got more ends, than
together like glue
It's just me and you, no others involved
We form into one, any problem is solved
Girl call my name, you know how I do
You're my lil ting,
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
(I'm not into you)
Nigga, yo bestfriend not even with you
I let them hollows let a nigga kiss em
If you got a problem then nigga we can fix it
We
Girl I'm mixing up the potion don't you ask what's in my drink
Needed me some time away I needed time to think
Got to go reconnect the bands lil boy
Niggas bugging
Saying that I’m bluffing
Want problems
Well just come and show me something, yah yah
Got bitches coming
And they by the dozen
At least
always on go (on go)
Roll the Tunechi zombiefied the thot (wow)
She was talking to much I had to shake the spot (gone)
Think you so hot well I got some
(on go)
Roll the Tunechi zombiefied the thot (wow), she was talking to much I had to shake the spot (gone)
Think you so hot well I got some news you
and we can get it ain't no stressing ain't no tripping
Ooooh you got me lifted you the solve to all my problems
That's why every time i see you I'm like
used to think I was lame
Now I'm dressed in all black just like Bruce Wayne
So you can't see a stain, I'm in all black like Bruce Wayne
You better stay
her name but she bought me a coupe
Got this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig Lil Wayne
But she love the Big Tymers
Got pretty girl
her name but she bought me a coupe
Got this poor hoe Shonna swear like Marijuana she dig Lil Wayne
But she love the Big Tymers
Got pretty girl
To force up they nostril, 'til it got full
But now they pop for a pill
Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill
But drugs could heal
If ya, ah, ill for
Bossman Weezy, get y'all touched up
Gat blacked your face like you run into a wall or something
It's Cash Money, all or nothing
It's Lil Wayne
Bossman Weezy, get y'all touched up
Gat blacked your face like you run into a wall or something
It's Cash Money, all or nothing
It's Lil Wayne
commas , I ain't go to college
But I'm finna make it up out of the bottom, I'm sippin' a bottle
I got a problem with these lil' niggas That think they
actions, I got my paycheck off passion
I'm wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don't think its a race when I pass you
Stop talking that mafia shit, you never
with Lil? Wayne
Juvenile and Turk
Mannie Fresh with Baby
How can we make it work?
Crunchy with 3-6
Diamond with Crime Mob
Lauren hill with the Fugees
walk through the door, take the iron, make her hold that (hold that)
They ain't see me, go out like a ho yet (ho)
You know these lil' niggas got ho
off of my pain
Dark and brooding like I'm Bruce Wayne
All I do is fuckin complain'
Hangin by the neck but no chain
Been alone all my life
I got pain I
Chorus - Lil Wayne]
It's a dirty world but it still spins
Ya can't do nothin' about it but try to live in it
You can't live too large or live too
the man in command, so we ain't buddies, lil bitch, I ain't shaking your hand
I got a (What else he got, I got that POW)
I got a (Yeah) stick
I got a stick
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