Lyrics:
this shit
You know it wouldn't be right without tha boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go c'mon
Aye, I got that banger on tha outside
We can bang it out
the size of a sewer pipe
Livin' in his rib cage
I felt like a pickled priest
Who was being flambed
You've got me requisitioned blondie
She's just
started
It's looking like the city towed
My other apartment
She got a doorbell sign that said
"Bring it or don't ring it"
She's the woman (go on)
' bitch up out tha 3rd ward
She say Lil' Wayne tha sickest
Gotta say she kept it real
'Cause that nigga Wayne ain't finished
But Lil' B, I kept it solid
washing other people's stairs
How she do it, how she do it, how she do it, oh
I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl
Someone grab that
to me
Then she shoot over to my house
I scoot over in a bed
I shoot off in her mouth then
She bit the bullet uh
Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne
gangsta she my lil gangsta
And she count my paper
She love counting that paper
She got lots of haters
And she got the flavor
Please don't try my gangsta
Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,
so sci-fi
And I don't sit still I keep it moving like a drive-by
I just tell the truth, so I'm cool in every hood spot
21 years and I ain't ever met
Well, you got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourselves
Nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk it by yourselves
Now
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she walks by and the menfolks get engrossed
She can't
lame
I don’t want the change and I just
Want the dollar slashing these niggas call me
Mufasa Talking that shit we
Grab by the collar
I got it you want it
up 'bout lil' shorty
Hold a nigga down and she tote my Glock 40
Bust her down, ice her out just like my artists
Every time we link, it's like we
Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin' head (woah)
She was killin' it (woah)
Got a Uber
me shit she go
All she got was a baby and a Game logo
That was then this is now
Lift it up break it down
I go in she come out
That's when
no replacements (yeah)
This is what I do, I got a pole in my basement (damn)
If I can't make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo (ayy)
Call lil
got a mansion like bruce wayne
Batman with logo of wu tang
I close the deal like its shark tank
She wanted tags on tags
I prefer bags on bags
Dior on my
be rich like Wayne
I'll put out ya flame
She call me Bruce Bruce
A-Ram got that Juice Juice
Hold on Ima call CADDY
Now I'm with my whodie CADDY
We took
that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at
Cuzzi
Lil Wayne, Weezy, Lil Wayne, Weezy
Diamonds on my neck goin' bling bling
Lil Wayne
feel me
Lil n**** we don't rock the same clothes, f*** the same hoes
'Cause it's levels to this s***
Lil n**** we don't drive the same whips, we
the size of a sewer pipe
Livin' in his rib cage
I felt like a pickled priest
Who was being flambed
You've got me requisitioned blondie
She's just
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
me, you can't tell me
I got the horses in the back and she twerk it for a pony
Ooh, she got that honky-tonky, I met her on Farmers Only
I'm a Young
a Thugs Mansion
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the hommies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last
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