Lyrics:
Tryna find his outlet, coulda been an outlaw
Lil Wayne wasn't out yet, inspried by DMX
Inspired my first rhyme, glad to find a 49
I hadn't struck a gold
bought him a brick
Boobie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game
Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda)
Carol City set, 183rd still
still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah)
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (we was
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin' the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)
[Lil Wayne]
Ay ay
Weezy the god bow down
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
still shine in the dark (still shine in the dark, yeah)
And that's the only way we get down (we get down)
And that's the only way we was taught (we was
shit - [repeat 2X]
We wild out in the club
Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]
[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo'
changed, still doin' my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me)
Big Tymer
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
niggas, where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne, why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring C-M-R back
And all the lames, we done lost that
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
ain’t stop nothing nigga
It’s like jail was third base and my lil’ nigga still came home, ya understand
I’m from the hood where bitches hold coke in they
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over 'cause I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow
stomp on her camel toe, damn
Girl what the deal, though
Put up them dildos, fuck with a real one
Fuck 'til the sun come, we can still chill
Though
Kick
across
Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults
Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money
the grill rather spend 10 mil on veneers
(yea) this a hip-hop premier
Talking old school D and D like?
And Aaliyah (yea) still on some fly shit
And tell
Be Bold, You Smell Me, Lil Mexico!
While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go
popsicles
Pop up on bicycles
Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle
Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne
But the dividends not little
Yeah don't
sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for
rituals religion
And I'm like bitch you know I'm sipping till I die
My name is
Lil Wayne bitch
Weezy F Baby
Her name went
From whatever it was
To Lil Wayne
[Chorus x2: Baby]
Shit, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga
And homie you get the money
respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate (alright Bus', uh, ahem)
Young Money in charge
Yes, it's Lil Wayne but the money's enlarged
sergeant
I'm 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
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