Lyrics:
I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Stand over with this fire
And I'ma watch that
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
First we get to smoking on some Marley shit
Yeah me and my bro we on X games mode
We like dead presidents
Yeah that shit takin' precedence over everything
motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is
My nigga Wayne Tucker on bass
Archie Luv on the engineering, boys
You know what I'm sayin'
We doin' this shit for
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
stays in the safe
I may be young with some money
But ain't found by Lil' Wayne
I'm a Libra, October gang
I'm tryna over take
Ayo Drake, I slay all on ya
a 1-2 wayback
I can get 'em to your door in an instant
Send a block, titty rock on the imprint
Money don't stop, over time
Check my time clock i'm takin
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
that shit soundin' the same, I'm takin' back over, Timberland step on these niggas like roaches
Get out the way, my nigga, scoot over, fuck these
(yeah)
I'ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah), I'm just a freaky lil' boy (yeah)
I'm takin' real X, nigga (yeah)
I'm takin' real X, nigga (yeah)
I was
(yeah), yo...
So many eulogies we heard, usually leads to the urb'
Ease the nerve, but I believe in readin the word
Takin head from the man that's feedin
Hey, hey
Smokin' the dope, lil' nigga got red eye
I go to Ruth Chris, bitch, with a rabbi
Brand new Audi truck, we 'bout to spin out
Bitch not tryna
Livin' my life like ooh, you know how I do it
Cruisin' through the city in that all black coupe
We takin' over the game, yeah, that's the plan
Lil
gay, the one selling drugs
The one that's tryna act like Lil Wayne
What the fuck is this shit man?
Y'all better turn this shit off when y'all get in
mother fuckin' boyz
In the club tonight, we don't give a fuck
If we gotta run the fuckin' fight
Especially with them mother fuckin' boys over there
You
Reminiscin', wishin' my lil' brother wasn't incarcerated
Ya birthday Sunday, we just always end up locked up, ain't it?
With me on MTV on the red carpet, two
that Baby E and Wayne shit
We just landed in a spaceship
So now ain't nobody safe, bitch
That's dedication number six, bitch
Got a hundred in
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for
everyone who has been supporting my nephews
Yachty and Boat have been workin' so hard over this past year
And we just wanna welcome y'all to Teenage
call it
[Pimp C]
Grippin' grain, switchin' lanes, sellin' cocaine outta' candy thang
Jammin' Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma "Hot Boy",
Work For It (remix)- 张靓颖 (Jane Zhang)/Migos
Lyrics Written - Garrick Smith
Composed - Symphony Green
Shock my body
Light up the fire
Can you ignite
comin'
We caught 'em off Kirkwood, Lil' Jordan started gunnin' (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Hit 'em up ba-da-bing, we shot up everything
Niggas screamin'
the wagon over
We can kick it Liu Kang
Kick it Bruce Wayne
Cause your body insane
Purple underneath
Harley Quinn no dame
Music on the leather
Under stars
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