Lyrics:
gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse Two: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, what you want
And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones
Where the Muh
Hope
Pull up on me
And keep it low key
Want to see if you'd be down
To go a lil crazy
Meet me in the backseat
Stargirl blazing
A hundred degrees
Let me
bitches
I think about it every minute, ain't stoppin' my mission
On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision
Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em
tonight
[Chink Santana]
I'm from the city where the good die young and
Niggaz strugglin, drugs smuglin, youngins and keep the slugs cuplin
Hustlin
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
Cleanest in the game, Oxy Clean, Billy Mays
Making it to memes but we don't affiliate
Making young money, you can call me Lil Wayne
Pockets all
do
I won't tell nobody all the shit that I be goin
I just smoke a blunt into a day and keep it goin
Shit, I feel like Lil Wayne, I told him, show me
gay, the one selling drugs
The one that's tryna act like Lil Wayne
What the fuck is this shit man?
Y'all better turn this shit off when y'all get in
listen boy you better not settle for nothin
You better keep grindin and hustlin
I told ha ma you already know
You talkin Lil Wop I was born the goat
They
I'm Lupe they say I'm Lil' Wayne
They say I'm too Jay to portray new lay
They say I'm too nice to be a rapper
The prerequisite is gun clapping so what
that flame slow mo
This niggas just like
I'm max payne My voice is high pitch
(Just call me lil wayne) Ay tellin
No lies yo blood we goin paint multiple
My dreads hang, I grew up on Lil Wayne, bitch
We all tired of hearing all the same shit
I hear you talking, we don't speak the same language
We
I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin' with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil
the Ville
Own a house in the hill
Hundred K, Hundred Mill
Born to just Keep It Re
This Me
Kickin Back Boolin By my Lonely Smokin Perses
shit it murked Me Then
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
I said I be feeling like Wayne, when I smoke on the Za, I be on
My own land
You testing the gang, pussy nigga, you know that you're fried
Lil' hoe,
Wayne but I'm big I ain't lil
Shoot Damian Talkin Lillard
I get to snowing come down like a blizzard
Bitch I'm so cold make the world shiver
Smoke on this
keep watchin
Baby I don't give up
In this club
(Lil Wayne)
UhUh
Shawty want a thug
It started wit a hug
And the rest went like this
I gave her neck
barkin'
They damn sho ain't put shit in coffins
The niggas I fuck wit, don't fuck wit the niggas I don't
We the same, bitch we live by that oath
Told that
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
And beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances
And you
on another level
Baby let's go spend a bag on
Some brand new Dapper Dan
Could kick around you on some Carters
Like look like my name Lil Wayne
Tryna' see if I
up Lil Wayne no ceilings, I'm way to high
When I put it on
I-i- I get in my Pheelings
I got too much drip
Like a leak in the ceiling
Stackin up my
Iss Wayne
No Relations
She gon' do somethin' strange for a lil change
Shawty gon' put in the work
Any day
She don't mind even losin' her shirt
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