Lyrics:
Waynes world
I had conversations, with other top women
We talked about going steady
But I wasent ready
I haven't got in itI was not wit it
Because
Oh
Omarion, yeah, it's Gucci
Song dynasty, yeah
Watch me get it
Gucci, Gucci
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on
Had a sister
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
him
Or his throat from him, these lil niggas? (Pay attention)
Thinking they fresh, get whipped out your clothes, youngin
I got it all, but I'll beat
with it
Rule had a run, couple movie parts
T.I. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
What up, Jeezy? What it do?
Y'all remind me of us in early
like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin'
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin'
See I'm a keep
cheeba cheeba, y'all
To get by (cheeba cheeba, y'all, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
You're all (bring it on)
(I need) yeah
I need (get by, ooh)
was glad
Shout out Lil Wayne, yeah, that's my dad (Lil Tunechi)
They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"
No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin'
fool try me
Get hit wit the Llama
Fuck cuminana
Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next
with it
Rule had a run, couple movie parts
T.I. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
What up, Jeezy? What it do?
Y'all remind me of us in early
Cool as long as nigga paid when he came
And I'm a fool wit the flame and the 'caine
Cut it just a little bit but
The drain stay the same yea
Young Wayne
Lil' Kim stay on y'all brains
Nothin' ass broads tryin' to come
Up off my name
And i don't even know these bitches though
Come to think about it
I
street
Chilling by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watching Scarface on the flat screen
Told y'all constantly, ride wit the pump
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Weezy baby, y'all (yeah)
Don't get shot
Rapid fire, what you know about it?
I brought my homie along for the ride
He strapped,
on the keesha
Channelin' my topics
All around the region (region, region, region, region)
It's a wrap, wrap, wrap
Got that shit that'll get 'em in the whips
finished
You other rappers finished
You niggas gimmicks
It was so hard in tha beginning
Rappin' at Splashes in tha 7th ward
I'm tryna get it
My lil
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing
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
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
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
wit y'all
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up what
Put 'em up, put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
man and them stay pretty but I'ma stay shitty
Cruddy, it's all for the money, is you wit' me?
Get the bitches, and I'll commit the crime (uh-huh)
when it's time
To go to war
This shit here nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all y'all
Wanna try y'all luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
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