Lyrics:
shoot up your party
That lil' bitch she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie
But she still know to ride me like a fucking Harley
Ask me if I love her, I
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
Ballin' hard, you can check my finger roll
I'm a rich nigga, you can check my meat roll
(Lil Llári) like I kick it karate
My bitch like baby the baddest
I
can't see
Understand I'ma live for Lil B
Rich nigga shit, I'ma die for Lil B
I never take the stand, allow Lil B
Ride Rolls Royce money on the seat
Nigga
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
[Lil Boosie] U can catch me by tha school zone wit my McKinley blue on wit a tool on that'll have you you you and you gone you niggaz hatin on a boy cuz
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
and slide and ride by high
No regard to a busta like you
On the streets, on the yard
Smash a busta like you
I'ma - peel your paint and slap your bitch
I'ma -
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
fuckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
in the G-ride
So what y'all bustas gon'do
When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you
One for the money
And too for the sjizzo
I'm lil
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
right in these streets
I lost myself and found myself right in these streets
I was by myself, I was by myself right in these streets
By myself lil
truck on blast
Hear me when I roll through
Stunt'n like a young nigga supposed to
Got a fat knot, blunt rolled up
Me I ride clean
Neck froze up
Bad bitch
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be
Try for ya, ride for ya, we squad
Ooh, Weezy F Baby
I love you so I'm never ever gonna let you go
[Lil' Wayne:]
And I know she feelin' me, I know she
a half-time
(Half-time)
Put them bitches on that cocaine (Cocaine)
She gon' ride the dick the whole time
(Whole time)
We turned a halfway to whole knots
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
bitch that I just got
I Lil Wayne'd her, no ceilings
Can't cool me down bitch I'm too hot
Can't change up, I got change up
I got shit on lock and they
it back (Back)
Rolls Royce truck, nigga, be exact (Exact)
So I ride this two-seater foreign, man (Foreign)
Goin' 140 in a foreign land (Foreign land)
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
bit
He's off his rocker, he's a lil schitz'
Roll like a football, Hov' used to cook raw
Now I got the game sewn like granny's good shawl
Sure, y'all
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
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