Lyrics:
went dead (What?)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)
what I do to them (what chu' do?)
Take 'um out, try to teach something new to them (OK)
It's no thing, when you heavy in the game
I got another one
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
plotting
Just like that bitch they in they feelings
Feel like lil Wayne up in this bitch
Because this coupe ain't got no ceilings
Feel like lil Wayne up in
(Mannie Fresh)
What you working with?
(Lil' Wayne)
Nigga, what section you be representing?
Look, Look
Well in my section we be thugging hard
Moving
She a scammer
I wanna go fast like speed racer
I got them horse 300 acres
I’m balling hard like play for the pacers
Call me me Chris brown cause uma
you down like I'm Chris brown
Show you moves you ain't see before
Where I learn this girl this is from a porno
I swear I had it like a minute ago
She
dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh
I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his
at me now I'm tending to these bars
No Chris Brown
Give me one hit
I’ll direct it
Straight to your frown
Out for the count
6ft deep with this beat in
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
Like this shit sound crazy but happen
You know what I'm sayin?
Shawty fucked me in the back of my car nigga
I call her backseat love nigga
Lil Ms
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
her love was mine
And then she gave what's mines away
[Chorus]
And it was like click clack bang bang
I got shot
Never should've got caught slippin'
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
I won't stop, yeah ballin and jumpin over cars
I got hops, I'm so quick that I'll make you drop
That's not all, roli on my arm cuz I'm icey
Yeah
the bottle White wine while we toast
I know you got that good by them lil white toes
Finna Sit you on the bed tell you take off all them clothes
Do you know
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
the river that i flow by it is in my veins yeah
Real dirty nigha wit my head all in the grain yeahh
What you talkin bout?
Dont play round wit me today
If you
out, I'm Lil Wayne
I got all these shiny chains and swag
Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy
With that basic swag you need
To buy all this ice, this bling
the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell you we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me
meat
Yeah you Lookin for me?
Name's Prada
Yeah Lil Pep is who I be
It's what you need
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look
highschool, fool
What about right now?
Ooh you wanna fight clown?
Want me to put the mic down
And leave me Mike Brown
Light brown soaked in the concrete
I've come so far, ain't got so far to go
Lonely days on this lonely road
In the ghetto or the barrio
You know it's all the same one home
One dream
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
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