Lyrics:
yeah
Do the Boosie dance and I ain't talking bout no ratchet
So them niggas who want static we gon let em have it
This for them flunky ass lil niggas
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
Lil' Jesus?
(Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout)
Look at the flick of my wrist woo, yeah
(It don't matter though
I'ma go right around 'em)
Look at the bitch that
not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I
will feel like you livin' through it
That's how my nigga do it
I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping
We went to Millersville to get away from gun
don't need the green lil nigga
Cuz I'm really drank'n
Big 30 stick
Don't get hit
Got another jack
That another flip
Really make'n plans
Really buss'n
a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her "stay away" (stay away)
The party is poppin' (poppin')
She whip it
with your heart and your mind
Games are waste of time, now we can do the nasty
And do what the do and see what it does
Either we gon' love what we do
by midnight gett'n some coochie
Red rags on dem sticks like Baton Rouge that Drake gon slide like Toosi
Use to run dem fades by now we shoot why he
[Lil' Wayne]
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see the left hand
believe a woman's a man's best friend
So I'm gonna stick by her till the very end
But she causes so much misery
That I forget how love is supposed
can tell by the stance
I'm with Lil Uzi, we at it again
If we not locked in, stop callin' me twin, of course
We got them sticks like a band,
Fuck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout
on my frame mane, money ain't shit
You heard me nigga, Citgo, wah
Range Rover, lil' killa
Big fur, lil' chinchilla
Big ice, shit, big sticks
Shit, big
we gon' let them have it
Two of my young niggas thuggin', gettin' money while you niggas laughin'
Floatin' with a stick on the carpet like my name
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get
could scratch the surface
Every day I'm thinking
Every day I'm dreaming
Lil B, Based World if you don't believe it
Oh, hit 'em with your faith, du, du
do without it
We going to make it no doubt about it
We're going stick together make it better
We don't need it all we need is you
My son said daddy, I
when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got
all my work (all my work)
They'd put your motherfuckin' brains on the curb (on the curb)
I ain't do it personally, but this shit still my word (yeah)
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
it's nothin'
That lil' nigga stuntin', he shittin' (vroom)
I get high by myself in the skybox (yeah)
I came out the house, two F&N's for the day (two)
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
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