Lyrics:
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
Long Live Wop got the mother fucking Diamonds that show
If you know then you know
Got to keep the heat when it's cold
Blockstar he kept it real, man
Ayy, tell them niggas wait on it, don't hate on it, lil bitch, Ray-Ban Mafia
In front of the class like let me put you up on game
They won't get
ball like we ball
You the sixth man
If she a chicken head I ain't putting work in
I am not lil wayne I don't need a bird man
Yea I keep the hammer
In the event of my death
I hereby declare that all my worldly possessions pass to my son
Bruce Wayne
You are young but destined for great things
Make
Produced with a groupie
Direct me a film
High class 4k hd tv
Cuz lil bitch you not one of them
Then pass on you hoe cuz im cool
Lil bitch you are not one
respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (alright Bus', uh, ahem)
Young Money in charge
Yes, it's Lil Wayne but the money's enlarged
Ahaaa
I live by the hustle
Eyehh
Rapper from another Planet
Ahaa
I am young wayne sa
Eyehh
God I've been praying please would you please hear my cry
all the swag might create a lil puddle
Tryna get money bags lil Wayne with the duffels
Everyday struggle
How many times I gotta say it
The game is my
feel like I'm Lil' Wayne
It only fucked up a lil' money
It was just lil' pain
But no cap you made me hustle so I can't complain
Aye this exotic pack 300
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
I came in thirty deep like that
And if you callin' and you see your bitch leave
Lil nigga it's on, like that
Rippin' it, rippin' it, rippin' it,
and peel the top off
Pop a Perc, so Peter pop off
Whatever is first, I Peter pop off
Anthem 'pon anthem 'pon anthem, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
up in the kitchen bring dat heat
and bringing dat heat
If you ain't talking about making money then don't say none
This one for all my hustlers in
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
"SHYNE ON" BABY A.K.A BIRDMAN FEAT. LIL' WAYNE:
Intro: BIRDMAN- Yeah.... yeah... we goin go (we goin go). Old school (old school). you kno what
to propane
Pockets fatter though, finna go '09 Lil Wayne
On my mama, ho, like a lion
This shit can't be tamed (Fact)
Finna make DC F baby my name
Goin' Stunna,
respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (alright Bus', uh, ahem)
Young Money in charge
Yes, it's Lil Wayne but the money's enlarged
Lil Wayne:
Yeahh
Uh-Huh
Ummmm Uh-huh
Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering its Weezy F Baby come to
take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
fall
[Lil Wayne]
Bang ,
The shooter name is Wayne
The victim didn't complain
She just screamed 'shoot again'
I gave her extra rounds
My
brain
You make me wanna kiss you like Baby kiss Wayne
And make you call me daddy like Baby do Wayne
Damn that shit sounds gay, its insane
I guess that?s
223 like LeBron and Mike
Told my lil homie it's gonna be alright
Don't apply pressure till the moments right
When you shoot yo shot better hold it
peasants for a queen bee
Hit that nigga with the heat
Think he come around
Leave a bitch feeling weak
Gotta switch it up
Riding at a different
Talking ( B.G.)
Wuz happenin' man?
Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz
Ya heard me?
Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi,
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