Lyrics:
to see me through
Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty
Everybody's on a paper chase
It's one big
that ricooo you can catch me up in Arnold
Fuck a government name I go by Mr know notta
Not no recruiter but you gotta pass a lot of tests if you wan be
Lil sin but you kno a nigga sinning
What I had then
Multiply it by a million
Want a bad bitch
Make her count
It to a billion
Then a Trillon
Mutha fuckas
I'll call Lil' 3, 3 up
Florida boy, I'm hot all season
My bitch bad, she Costa Rican
Don't get mad, I just get even
But I'm way too high up
You pussy's
determination can’t be stopped,
As we protest, rally round the clock.
V102 Woman 1
Not afraid to throw a rock!
V103 Woman 2
Or confronted by a cop!
V104
lil nigga
Bitch I stick to my agenda
Everybody around you is pretendas
I can be in this bitch dolo
Lookin sharp wear nothin mess then a polo
Hold up
do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my
B of the B Hive
Gucci boots is knee high
And you fly by in G5
You cook and you clean and you work on ya fitness
But I can't been seen with you
You bad
(freeze)
Shorty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick"
I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?"
Lil' shorty, you gotta be insane (blood on the leaves)
If
myself
When I'm the one who need help but too proud to ask for it
When there's somethin wrong with me why'all be the last to know it
Cause I don't show
Jungle booty verse:
V:1
-For all my lil booty b!%ches who get stoopid
-let me see you eat that's MF like a two piece
-drop, throw it, pop it
-Look
the Glock out the roof
I was the one tell them, shoot, they gon shoot
I was the one who was doing this rapping shit before them, I can show you the proof
Mr
'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner
'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she 'bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil' partner
I got the shot
Any opportunity lil' bitch I'm showing up
Yeah, we be out the way, but who is hoeing us
And tell me who really winning 'cause bitch I
posted by the store
I'm same lil nigga
Who can never bag a Hoe
I'm that same lil nigga
I'm That same lil nigga
Im that same lil nigga
Now my pocket
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
make that ass clap
Like it's proud of me
She said "I will" like ill with an apostrophe
It's lil' Tunechi, word around on the streets
Now everything
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
and extra an clip,
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip
Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin)
Big Ed be
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
I'm associated with Some heavy hitters
Do a nigga down bad for da birds he tasting bitter
I'm a type of nigga well respected and he go by Mr.
type
won't forget that
Remember being down bad with my lil eighth
If you saw me then
Then I robbed you from yo lil pay
I can't fuck with niggas, cause they all
I'm ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show
And for all & hoop games had hoes
Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'
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