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playing how to love Lil Wayne on headphones
I wish I had a ringtone, cause this would be my theme song
I’ve been sitting by the phone
Waiting for yo picture

never run away from no s**t

The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t

Woah s**t, Woah s**t

There go Liphy talkin'

the premises
(On top of all that)
They be like "Do ya songs hit?"
I say "Each and every,"
I tell them lil boy rappers "Go and eat ya veggies,"
Make sure you grow

'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I

of Cawdor coming for the king, bitch, better look out (Oh)
Then I told them I had album of the year they said it was profound
Listen to the sound (what, what)

like they sippin' on Sizzurp
Shirt open 'cause I did some crunches
I been eatin' salads for my lunches
DM hittin' by the bunches
Gon' stream my album

laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga

A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get

them to rewind this
I see you struggling lil nigga fuck it keep on fighting
(Aye check me out)
They'll see you on Monday
Claim to know you by Tuesday

sugar, bitch, I like that to call her hanzel
Lil shorty got a lot of booty when I grab it, it's a handful
Le-, let the damn blick off in the crowd, it

2 Nite

Huey

Notebook Paper

2007

play nuthin else to say its goin down tonight

The remedy kicked in I'm feelin the hen. by the way the club is jumpin. lil mama gettin the biz she no

Got all Sikh blood we was raised by the sword
Slice with precision
Twice like division
Body hit the floor soul rise to the ceiling
Spiral down a funnel

henges, like you got hit with a battle ram
youd be stupid for challengin, knock you out of yo skeleton
you be down on the floor like a lil flip or a banner

to fake them out with a pump
On my Lil Jon with that crunk
Call my shooter up he gon' dump
Drop and give me them C Notes
Weigh them out by the kilo
Last

like a don
My boyz from the east side like I'm Lil Jon
My boyz from the west side 'cause that's where I'm from
Smoking blunts 'bout the size of a nigga

hating on Underworld
I walk in by myself niggas side eye me I don't even want your girl
First off got too many already curb stomp him from talking

More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric 
That month I made an album and no one

night

Verse One, Jay-Z:

To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my

Mil' on the wax, mil' on the car
Ten mil' on the crib honey grand on the bro
You fuckin' with a boss
When the beast by ten
Lil' trick, you a star, trick

believe it (not at all)
When I shoot my shit, I don't ever miss, better hit my target (yeah-yeah)
And it go lil' quick, I'm the wrrong nigga to start with

Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’

slack
That's why in every bar
Its moving day
We got cans to unpack
Man I'm just keepin thug
Like it's YSL forever
But my mask a lil better
Yeah I'm sorta

craving ZaZa
Call me papi not her dada
Turning pennies into quarters
Step by step improve my net
Cut off friends I'm closing borders
Lost my bitch I cannot

together and I'm back rappin better then ever
Lil fame lil money dat make these niggas hot
Back in the day I woulda tossed yo album like I'm skippin rock