Lyrics:
If you're out there in the street
And your lookin for me
Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog
Tryna make ends meet
Anybody ever try to get in my way
Then
and niggas wanna play chess now
I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it
I'm
aprons baby
She said, I think it's a boy
She ate the baby see Lil Wayne Live
Get tickets as low as $108
Now go down girl, give head, go down go down
Girl,
jams, Ye, play something for the hoes
Go DJ, Lil Wayne in 04
Yup in my white tee stuntin' on them boys
Keep it real bro
Slow jams, Ye, play something for
than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
And they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that bitch
(Lil' Wayne)
She a doggy
feel me
Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes
'Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
me
Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes
'Cause its levels to this shit
Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck
Yeah
(And when I fuck, make my mind up)
(Baby, I love you, yeah)
Boss (yeah, I love you)
Yeah (yeah)
(I want you) yeah (yeah)
(I want you,
champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
That bitch go
with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
no time to play I use these hoes when I be duckin'
Fuck what, these hoes be like scandalous, I don't understand it
Niggas be ridin' by my SEL, some
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk
[Intro]
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: I cant feel my face,
yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did
Atlanta
I feel like Monta Ellis
I got more hoes than Elvis
Who the fuck say the little boy wasn't balling
I balling like Spalding you know this shit
I won't
it don't, Wodie let me get 'em
Just gimme the word, Unless shawty gonna spit 'em
Nigga's blessings be with 'em, cause Lil Wayne burn niggas
Bet them
Risqué lil' hoes keep tryin', by the end of the day my M's gettin' wired
My own rims for every time we tried
I'm sensei and senseless, same time
Two
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
She said, "Fuck Fendi", but I think she was playin'
I heard she move dem thangs
I think she fuckin Wayne
She call herself
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Make a bitch 4KTrey, I'ma lure me a ho
Cut the grass full of snakes 'til the lawn motor blow
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep
smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts
Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes
Got
the streets
Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death
A little more than you expect nigga...I clear da set
Chorus:
You know they say Lil' Wayne
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