Lyrics:
So, Lil Wayne, wht's your motivation?
Is that really a question? (Yeah, shorty)
Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You already)
So, Lil Wayne, what's your motivation?
Is that really a question? (Yeah, shorty)
Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You
and peel the top off
Pop a Perc, so Peter pop off
Whatever is first, I Peter pop off
Anthem 'pon anthem 'pon anthem, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
'em
Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
thing
It's Lil Tunechi
I ain't on shit, I was born Wayne
Wish I was born rich millz what it do
Where them New York bitches
If these walls could talk
I
Boom
Guillotine to your team
That's a clean execute
The same for the rules
Here for the the quake and the fumes
Wave as I blaze by the moon
Say it plain
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that, true that,
flawji bout that shit!
My lil brother crossed i almost offed em hadda talk to tajj about that shit!
I broke a good girl heart still talk to god about that
that's real poison ivy
If you cross me hit you with the bat, man I feel like Bruce Wayne
Heart was broken, learned about fast cash then I was not the same
purple
She like niggas that fuck wit g herbo
Lil wayne here & there that for sure tho
Yea shawty want love wit the tunes on
Cant stay hoe I gotta get
shit and party fouls
Nappy ass lil knuckle heads we was hardly ever in the fuckin house
Started Out as Huxtable
Awe shucks I grew
A fuckin potty mouth
time to entertain them
Big plans no I can't do basic
No time so I cannot waste it
New coup ima come through racing
Same team no there ain't shit changing
that shit very bad
And I swear if I could I would marry cash
Watch me ride down the hood
Watch me do the dash
I'm serving Js by the Rite Aid
Niggas cap
man none of y'all really be making a wave, shit looking dead to me
All I be hearing is the same old freestyles and drill shit like can you just stop it
sticks and shit, that's how them boys get framed (fool)
I been the same since a jit, lil' bitch, when they see me they say
Don't nothin' change but
gon' bust
Lil Wayne hol' up
We kitin' out sho' nuff'
Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
woo, with the ballers)
Iced-out chain, bitch
I'm rich off that same shit
(Oh, that same shit)
Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch
It's Christmas
Straight
Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya
on a nigga, take chains from a nigga
That will go BG, Turk and Wayne on a nigga
When the club get cloudy let it rain on a nigga
We are with the shit, let us
dick
Hold up
Do you see this shit
She go by spicy lil bitch
Dis lil hoe think she a star
You know she got hit by a car
Life be a muhfucka
Cant go like
like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do
Lil Wayne:
Yeahh
Uh-Huh
Ummmm Uh-huh
Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering its Weezy F Baby come to
take a shit and urine on these toilet bowl
Bust it open make it clap, do ya thing lil shawty
Pick it up drop it low, do ya thing lil shawty
Call a friend see wassup, do ya thing lil shawty
Do
Swear man, Brodie be makin them fuckin hits
Shit, this shit Lil Chapo foreal
Speakin up on the mic, it's Lil Chapo hoe
Yeah my blood from
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