Lyrics:
duffle bag crazy,
Sippin' on Pink Floyd an puffin' Wayne Brady,
Damn, who's line is it anyways,
I'm in a daze, you been amazed,
Y'all seem to be stuck
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Y'all better call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
Still they wonder why the crime rates goin up
Throw it up: Eastside, Westside, Southside
Northside
Fuck with my money, I torch guys, off guys
(Gangsta)
Wayne, it's gon' be a dark night
Back up off of me
I ain't got time for the phony smiles
I ain't playin' with them like an only child
So don't come around
on time out and never call these niggas
Pussy like girls, damn is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday, play wit' my pussy day
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy
followers but your music outed you
And by that I mean I wasn't impressed
Time to fly away from you lames call it a private jet
But first let's check this
since John Wayne was no longer available, they settled for Ronald Reagan ? and it has placed us in a situation that we can only look at ? like a ?B?
had to do it to 'em
Forty I see you
Oh I see you homie
I stay late tonight right
You know what happen when I stay late, heh
Yea
Boy wonder
I
duffle bag crazy,
Sippin' on Pink Floyd an puffin' Wayne Brady,
Damn, who's line is it anyways,
I'm in a daze, you been amazed,
Y'all seem to be stuck
the new flow might be good for your soul
Let it happen, you'll be glad you're exposed
Yeah, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Well, I wonder, did
I believe I'm John Wayne
They call me John Wayne
You know you've got it coming
I'll tell it to you straight
I'm coming for you very soon
I'll
ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that
wonder will I Make it
I got a chain
Smoke in the pistol it blow out Her brain
I can’t restrain, nah I let it bang
Robin jeans, car Bruce Wayne
Girl gotta
Pin location rolling up on rotation
Keep it g as a breeze and you'll be alright
Yeah, 250 on the dash
System in the back with this beat on blast
All this pain
Wonder will I ever heal it
Gemi Wayne
Gemi Wayne
The Problem solver feel like batman
Gemi Wayne baby yeah my limits
Got no ceilings
All
Come on back Jesus (come on back Jesus)
Come on back Jesus
And pick up John Wayne on the way
The world's done gone crazy,
And it seems to get
say "you K" ooh way ooh way
Yeah I feel it and I gotta kick
It off the top of the dome
Microphone controller, that's an MC
It's in me
I can lead
Bulletproof, ready for action, no fronting
Fully loaded TEC, chump, ready to go hunting
So sleep and watch me let off and catch wreck
"John Wayne couldn't
Iced out chain, Call me Lil Wayne
Got a bad bitch, She giving me brain
Suck on my cane, Like cocaine
Got me going insane, Playing Call of Duty
Bitch
zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil' Wayne
challengers
It's one thing to insult someone and
Call them a studio rapper
But dawg you're such a faggot
You're actually a studio battler
And he does this
the earthquake when really your just under the rubble
Or you made it shake enough for you to tumble
One-hit wonders falling off
Especially the ones that are
Leave the mansion
Hop in the batmobile
Like Bruce Wayne
Miss calls from your lady
But I want green romaine
Used to not show me the time of day
Now
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