Lyrics:
shove it up Ja Rule's ass
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to murder ink with lead
And I ain't talking 'bout a pencil
Look
Trash'em Trash'em, and listen up, mate
Or else, you'll Never get your tan Line straight
Low cut socks, wish ya good luck
Looking like a beach bum, looking
shit but it's all a bluff
Been through hard times but I still stay tough
And I'm on my shit like wu tang (One time)
Get that money like Bruce Wayne (Mhm)
[B.G.]
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
shine on
I'm com'n, draped in diamonds, you blind homes
I'm com'n, bout gettin my fuckin shine on
(Lil' Wayne)
In all black, ready to get a nigga for
soprano, so we gon' leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his
Throwback sneakers and my new chains (Woo)
Suicidal if my contract was like Lil' Wayne's
Body droppin', every week you in a new gang (Woo)
Volkswagen
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
it ain't a 4
I ain't gon sip it
Oh My bad I ain't gon worry bout yo cup
I guess you lil Wayne
Niggas sad And shootin niggas wit 380s
Givin lil pain
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
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
cbiff plus the Holy Spiritual Rain
You sound to me like Ellen Degenerate Slut attempting to diss Lil' Wayne.
cllow me to imply you're viewing yourself
(huh)
And we even get lit on a Thursday
So down in the slumps almost dropped out of school
I do it for me and that's cash money rules
Go chase that big
stick it and move
G-code, I stick to the rules
Last night I got so high
Swear to god, I went to the moon
I want that shit you can't get no where
You
to get me Misconfigured the rules
Pussy niggas wanna save face
How you get to choose
Fuck that I'll keep my rib
And you can sing her the blues wait
I could
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
funny, get money, and fuck some new chicks
Or get buried with niggas you broke the rules with
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we
Brasi"
On the road, back to back for shows
And I ain't get a cent off that (At all)
Back to cookin' fish, smell like a brick
I got that scent off that
on Richard Milli I look richer by the day
Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah
Two-tone
offers
I'm in the Gucci store right under the Trump office
Are you living or you existin'?
Gotta start living, can't be resistant
No matter how you get
get the fuck up off my dick
Say that shit once, say that shit twice
Think you fuckin' with the fam, that's like rollin' up some dice
Heard you gamblin'
Had To Pay cttention How I'm FED!!
My Niggas, Was Talking That (White Fettuccine) No Lil Wayne (Earn Spaghetti!)
cttach To The “Dolla Sign” I Tell Em
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
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