Lyrics:
spittin', game spittin' in your face,
[Chorus X2 (Lil' Wayne)]
Cause I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy,
coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean,
heavy
feelings
Every night I throw a party
She done died and went to heaven
I forgot to close the coffin
I'm just lookin' for lil sexy to
Direct me from the horror
Kush, good kush, yup
Weezy, dip dip, Wayne set set
And I grip Tecs, leave 'em water bed wet
And I know just where to
Put these hollow tips
His chest,
Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my ol'dawg niggas that's used
up, we dem boyz
Now I've been in this game for a long time, and I'm still gettin' money oh
Hol' up, hol' up we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin'
down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...
[LIL WAYNE:]
Pussy ass nigga don't talk to me
I make this bitch bring your heart to me
I'm only 5 '8
nympho-maniac
Bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter
balmains
Locks hanging, tatted up like lil Wayne
Used to warm up for the ball games
Step dad used bag that cocain
Feds through the door ain’t saying no names
the black power, I put a fist in it
Ludacris I'm a sucka for a big butt
All up in the club screamin'
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert
She fell in love with the martian
I said you too down to Earth
Man, these hoes love Wayne
Got a bunch
to be my fiancé
'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé
and they know I'm cocky
Fuck another interview, I'm done with it
I don't give a fuck about lil' ho, I let young hit it
I play the games of the thrones
sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause un pause this
So keep your bitch ass
Lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
and locest of the locest
The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together
So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs
Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my ol'dawg niggas that's used
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
A Stripper" like T-Pain
Er' weekday, up in the club like Lis' Raye
Makin' niggas make it rain like Lil Wayne
Boy, mami tottsie rollin' that pole
I ain't
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
She give me head, then I her pick her up, put her legs in the air, fuck her but don't kiss
She ain't tryna have babies
fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
Dominoes, d-d-dominoes (uh-huh, yo, ayo)
Ayo, I'ma need sixtey-nine real bad girls for my tour bus
Somebody get
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