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raps up put on the shelf
Blowing up like a rocket, haters mad 'cause my flow they can't cop it
Talking shit, but you make what I profit
Moving different,

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Uh
Yeah, push it push it click click
I got that lil thick bitch
She gone lick on this dick
She know I got big

Glorified from the trenches man I put it on the set
I get money but I'll die bout my respect
Can't wait till I'm stunting and put the vvs on my neck

Nigga watch them hats

We gone pull up in Them hells
Y'all pulled up in scats
An We just pulled up w they bitches
They not getting em back
Like a bad lil

man is a scrub, see
She loves me now, she loves you not, yeah all my bitches love me
And if you in Atlanta, look up Gucci, girl, and beep me
And we

the best rapper in the game no arguing
And I don't ever write, pause un pause this
So keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log

Outta Control

Baby Bash

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (August 2009)

throwed in my 'fit,
Candy coat on my whip,
The Popo's all on my tip,
But man I don't even trip

Sent me a dirty text,
So I text her back,
Scooped up

Outta Control

DJ Colleen Shannon

Red Hot 2010

2010

throwed in my 'fit,
Candy coat on my whip,
The Popo's all on my tip,
But man I don't even trip

Sent me a dirty text,
So I text her back,
Scooped up

I hit a lick without my mans
Plus I bust a nigga ass
Don't give a fuck he throw a flag (Hold up)
Try to run I blow a hole through yo' ass
I was stolo

Outro

Three 6 Mafia

O.G. Ron C. Of Swishahouse Presents Southern's Finest [Screwed And Chopped]

2001

up, baby
Promote this bitch, baby, I need that lil' money, please
It's goin' down, in stores now, we got Lil Wyte, "Phinally Phamous"
Go get that

entertain all them petty Lil rumors
I call up my boy turn this shit straight to ruins
Can't think of this shit boy it might leave you clueless
Fat pockets

the whole FTK
You know, Mr. Mike Love, Bulumaster, what up!
Can't forget, Veedaugh, DJ Pharus, Coops, DJ Timbuktu
K-scratch, The Base Man, Boogie Boy
Dj

on anybody
Got the semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Yeah, I'm from uptown, Eastside
I'm lighting up two blunts at one time

Play Pen to the State Pen

Disturbing tha Peace

Golden Grain

2002

and comsumers 'cause we had athis lil city down in
Alabama Boomin' so we just do it
Did it like Nike
And even wit this wifebeater on
I still got somethin up my

ran up them bands, me and my mans, we countin' it up huh
I got the glock on me, if a nigga run up, I'ma send his ass up
I'm sippin' this drink, im

up though
They just feed into the uproar
And I give it all to the utmost
Tell the truth, they don't even come close
Big man feeling like Big man
Lil

still fill up with seeds
Back to back blowing I couldn't even breathe
Now that shit come vacuum sealed by the Ps
I can't believe I got caught with them

Oh, yeah, mmm
Carry multiple drinks I should sign to Wayne
I feel back, had to switch my lane
The critics, the drama, the money and bitches
I

Methadone on the metronome
What a change up, fuck a pay cut
Envelope got a heavy bulge
Money on me is the best
Cologne, man I smell alone, like a pheromone

on the stage but I really ain't need to
I used to be a big fan of Ye like way back in the day when he dropped Graduation
With Good Life with T-Pain
And Lil Wayne

Cause I'm just wanna get up out the basement
New age Wayne shit
Threads so dangerous (Goddamn)
I don't need to pop no aces (Nah)
All my girls bad, yeah

peace, but hey
When you're 21, can't get a job, no car, for fun
Bitches wanna, I'm like, what?
Aye, pull up to the party
I used to have it all lil shawty

the city gon' dance on a poll
Crash up the party with gun sounds
Better bring up a coat cause it's funna get cold
I'mma be the man, I'mma be the man, yeah

to my Lois lane
Couple year I'll be rocking like lil Wayne
Oh wait I'll be king in couple years
Drinking Jin
Making hits
Fuck what you hear
I'm the raise