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I'm letting you know what's up, and if you don't play by the rules
Oh baby, you get cut, I talked so much, you took my love
You took my love, I thought
She twice my age
Everytime she hit me up she send a picture with her page
I ain't tryin to fall in love I ain't tryin get engaged
You can meet me
niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin' 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch, quit actin' like a stuck up clown
off
Oh, these days I barely get by
These days I barely get by
I want to give up, lay down and die
Worst of all was when she told me goodbye
Whoa,
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that
you say you got to get some
Caught up in the charm that I laid on thick
And now there's nowhere to run
Just another fish to pick the worm on the hook
of
My sweet lil' darlin' gives me her love
Don't catch me chasin' 'round at night
I'm not impressed by glamor sights
Lil' darlin' may not be
a win-win
Come to Mr. Chow's or meet me in Chin-Chin
Now I get cha-ching and my name bells ring
Oops I mean my name ring bells, ding ding (chyeah, chyeah)
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
[Bridge - Lil Wayne]
So you didnt get drafted by the NBA,
but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A
Now you got war on your mind,
put you on front
pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up) (it's Gucci)
talkin' to?
A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's ass
One uppercut to the cold upper middle class
Born to storm on boredom's face
Add a little lust
lost
I’m on this kick and I can't get on
One scotch, one bourbon, one beer
One scotch, one bourbon, one beer
Hey Mr. Bartender, listen here
I ain’t here
them digits
Walk through your club, hunnid K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil
the same fit for three days, I'm getting up early (that's perfect)
I'm Mr. Perfect, got my Momma's house refurbished (Mr. Perfect)
(aye) I have always
Mr pistol packing
Mr drug addict he the plug
With a hunnid trappers
Mr made it happen fuck a front
And he up like attic
Mr got that static light it
ol' moon up high
But when I see you standin' at your door
Nothin's ordinary anymore
I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes
Before I
the Sandy Claws, tie him in a bag
Throw him in the ocean and see if he gets sad
Because Mr. Oogie Boogie is the meanest guy around
If I were on his
should all get together in a lovin machine
I think I'll call up the queen
It' s only fair that she knows, you know, you know
What we need is a great big
Stolen car, new tag get swapped (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Been havin' motion, lil' bitch, come shop
Try to run off, I read he got shot
Count up a ten while
it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get
more
She says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell
colour i think
Your bath is run by Mrs Rear
soap no bubbles i think
Annette comes in to make your bed
silk sheets no satin sheets i think
i think i
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