Lyrics:
realla
Hot boys we livin edges hope ya heard the word
Duckin the law runnin through ports with a flock of birds
We too hot
Chorus x 2
(Lil Wayne)
I have
like rain
Bout to leave your body stankin'
Nigga fuck what you sayin'
Lil Keenan, Blaxuede, and Turk, Lil Wayne
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin'
crazy
claiming that they pregnant, want to be his ol' lady?
[Lil' Wayne]
Uh, uh...what kinda nigga be sparkling like silver?
Lil' bitty soldier
crazy
claiming that they pregnant, want to be his ol' lady?
[Lil' Wayne]
Uh, uh...what kinda nigga be sparkling like silver?
Lil' bitty soldier
Parked At Guillardo
I Got That Off White Go, Nelly Furtado
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got That White Girl, That Lindsay Lohan
And All U Got 2 Do Is Ask Lindsay Lohan
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
me I won't ever change
And I'm on the way way to Brooklyn and I'm blasting Lil Wayne
Boy you like the little joker and I'm feeing like Bruce Wayne
nickel dime me
I will never ever change
And I'm on the way to Brooklyn
And I'm blasting Lil Wayne
Boy you like the little Joker
And I'm feeling like Bruce
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
a nigga to jail
Cause they loving a freak
(Lil' Wayne)
In my section it be off the heezy
And my section's being represented by Lil' Weezy
What the deal
nigga
Lil' Wayne representin'
I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs
I tear up dreads, take our breads, now go figure
What? From the 17th, I
I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo
[Lil Wayne]
What what what
I'ma flosser baby
Baller baby
A fifteen year old shot caller baby
I'm raised in the hood
In a all black call
Down
Wayne scorchin', I'll applaud him
If he keep going, pass the torch to him
50 came through like hurricanes do
I thought I'd finish his ass at Summer Jam
Wayne scorchin', I'll applaud him
If he keep going, pass the torch to him
50 came through like hurricanes do
I thought I'd finish his ass at Summer Jam
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look at my crew
I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy
John Wayne
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It
to the function, bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne
Half of me is level headed and the other's fueled by pain
Half of me is level headed and the other's fueled by pain
Everybody know my name
Meek Milly flow is flames
Plus I got that fireman
Puffas call me Lil Wayne
Can you tell who I'm inspired by?
Can you tell, can you
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
[Lil' Wayne]
And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through
its coming
I got focus now
Once is shadow in town
Everything goes down
Everybody wants the crown
I gotta suit up
All black like the bat
Lil shawty know
of course he lyin'
Over three hundred thousand Americans done died
Lil Wayne and Lil Pump jumped on Trump dick
Now look, now they look stupid for doin'
adrenaline
This president so inconsiderate
This country was founded by immigrants
I know the plug, no middle man
I ball Like Mike, you Bittleman
I call, she
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