Lyrics:
Cause we feel like this here
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo block so quick
I
active, all this shit too boring
I roll up that gas and I smoke in the mornin'
No she don't want you l'il shawty be whorin'
You just got played, thought you
tardy
You thought
I was finished I'm
Just getting started
No lil Wayne
Been in the game
Like Vince Carter
I been the same
Never gone change
On my
Wayne on the sticks
Wayne on the sticks
Wayne on the sticks
I can't keep on talking bout this shit
It ain't no front no more, shit a nigga been lit
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
cash 3 he just want cash too
Lil nigga want drip lil nigga want sauce lil nigga want ragu
She had dollars and he had grams they on they last 2
Cause her
ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad
Fresh out of the coma, already grinnin' like he ain't have enough
Fresh outta prison, already winnin', I
up to school with the boomin' 808s
Ain't no radios--only bumpin' mixtapes
DatPiff or the classics that would come from Lil Wayne
Know a nigga was
get time for my bed.
One day will be our day like we dey for creche.
When ever I talk this they laugh, abi funny err
Ano bi serious like lil Wayne I dey
lil race, come back last place hope you mad, hoe I mean it
Trippin tie lace, get out my way, that fake love ion need
(Is that a beat by KiLRAKK?)
(Aye
Lil Wayne
Remember December, November
Eating ramen noodles with ninety cent cakes
Little nigga, you stupid, straight clueless
You know what it is
Nigga,
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
Watchin' him get dragged away
If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe
You better do every motherfuckin'
Thing I say we got guns like the CIA
Fuck the FBI
the sea and bless the sky
Eternal fire This four you and I
They throwing stones at my pain all day Coooold game
Feel a heart full of rage all day
Aww mane
gettin' insane
Shout out Mike Hill, shout out Lil Wayne They just re-camped, now that's the game
Know ever since our grandma died, this shit ain't been
weller
Ima grind fo' eva, Ima shine fo' eva
One stop now, Ima get this money
My kids straight, daddy bringin em hunids
Ima gold getter, Ima gold getter
block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window
This four door ain't got no tints
So when we're ridin' you can
See four black yutes
Tell my paigon "please don't run
Cah 9 out of 10 more time I'll
of these niggas be stuntin you don't want beef nigga
(chorus)x2
Nowa days I try to lay wit'em to be cool
But this puppies be trippin straight disrespecting
a nigga want right now is progression
Fire to the flame, stamp my little chain
I grew up in a area youngins dyin' by the name
My inner-self a stepper,
I like this Jawnt
I like this Jawnt
She hadda nigga he a
She hadda nigga he a
She hadda nigga he a
Waa
She want that stay for ever love
I want that
This shit get real wicked
This shit get real wicked
This shit get real wicked
(This shit get real wicked, Hopping out the box with ARPs and two two
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