Lyrics:
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
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
nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
dreams
I'm in a new crib, so big, I'm talkin' town size
Sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho, I think it's crown
I ain't thinkin' that I ain't gon' feel it, yeah (feel it)
All these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million
[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Treat your throwback chicks right
Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too
Every chick that I used to like
Done turned dike
[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
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
grah, shootin' out the Hummer today
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumping today, yeah
One bad move, I'ma dump at his face
Keep the toolie by my
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh i got yo out
Without a doubt i got you out
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
to get fix, how to get mix
'09 Wop, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I saying?
Quarter
Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
Uh-huh, uh
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh
And Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me
getting money
Don't be stupid, can't do me no favors
I got this project chick, always play Lil' Wayne
I think she tryna drive me crazy, told her stay in
bitch up on my side I might be gettin on her ass or im
gettin on her thighs flag me down dont even try it
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Lil Boosie] Now you
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
Diamonds in my chain
Sparklin' like it's Seven-Up
Stompin' on you lames
I'm the only one that's steppin' up
Gas the V12 hear it revvin' up
Bruce Wayne like
Young Mula, baby
Yeah, I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me
When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me
My niggas
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
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