Lyrics:
gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil' mamas dipping)
You gotta march like
she like my chain
I'm on they ass I ain't playing no games
I want the money stupid bitch fuck the fame
Hot boy lil Wayne bling bling
Asian bitch on go
Yeah I got Spectro with me too you know real north town shit uh yeah
Okay lil bitch Okay lil bitch Okay look aye aye
Alright lil bitch Alright lil
I want to be just like bruce wayne
I might pull up with the gang
Shop the lil bitch a new chain
Pull up with a black mask like bruce wayne
(Bruce
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Fuck a Lil This and fuck a Lil That
Now in days if you aint Wayne youre just a bunch of trash
Bunch of little fads
friends)
Stole from mane by my closest kin
Real G's like me, we supposed to win
Supposed to have real G's not supposed to friends
Damn lil' mama look
ain't talking bout food
Then I'll leave you stuck like you boo-boo the fool
I won't do no talking I won't get into it
This a big body lil baby no Buick
just how to talk to me, know just how I like it
You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on
Now wait a minute, lil' buster
You got one
a motherfucker with a deadline
Three months go by
Six months go by
Still no reply, lil' bro
Blind sighted can't see no more
I love you but I don't at the same
better!
CUSTOMER: No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment.
MORTICIAN: Oh, I can't take him like that -- it's against
regulations.
DEAD PERSON:
the show, it's gon be heat
And by the time I put this mic down
You'll be posting your receipts
Saying this right here
Is what you pay to see real talent"
don't need ya
For my legacy like Dave Ruffin
(Uh yea)
I ain't assuming nothing
I know what's real man
You ain't happy for a young one
You only wanna chill
Lortab, bits a shrooms, and I finish off a day
Anything to make the moves I said it like i'm Lil Wayne
Wait
I'm making tunes there ain't no need
sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for
you gettin more money than me lil nigga
And we fuckin on the same hoe
Better watch your step cuz slimes get word
We at ya top like a mufuckin Kangol
like a fat dude in a race you cant keep up
Put me on a track with whoever I will flame him
You won't hear that nigga for years ill lil zane him
Shang
a blade to line the cocaine (go)
Bullet comin' out, kill you like Bruce Wayne (yeah)
Fuck whoever, them niggas got to say
I'ma ball hard even in my grave
suck on my pickle
I told lil' shawty to get low
Yeah, ain't tryna fuck on my tip toes
Yeah, bitch you know I'm stayin' ten-toes
I poppin' this shit like
feeling like Lil Wayne, Young Carter on the mic
When you hear that Lil' Lighter go flick, got me feeling like a fireman
Song for song, man these niggas
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
[Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
You been a waitin' and a waitin' as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow
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