Lyrics:
hard got the fuckin sun hatin on me
Everywhere I go man I always keep my 30 on me
Cheese in my pocket lil baby this ain't Macaroni
Bitch I'm 24 I'mma
)
A little shorty gettin and try to have ya hurtin and thumpin
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your
Wayne did
He was just fifteen just a lil kid tryna do it big
And I was just fourteen tryna show the nigga I wasn't new ta this
He wanted me to do
[Repeat x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one
[Lil Wayne:]
Voo Voo Sha Ay Wa BitcheZ (Showtime)
Re Re Re Remix [x4]
(You Know What Time It Is Right)
[Swiss Beats:]
Chilling In My Beama
[Lil
on the fourth
Holla at your boy
This that BB King, Lil Wayne featuring Drake
Classic shit (DJ Khaled)
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
moving like a drive-by i just tell the truth so im
cool in their hood spot 21 years and i aint never met a good cop me and
wayne lean like kareem doing
on the shelf
I got them M's by myself, hey
Forty bottles, fifty bitches
And forty mil' got this shit poppin'
We in the spot that shit's poppin'
Bruce Wayne
on me, that's where I hide the blicky
These rap niggas making me laugh like Lil Dicky
You play with lil Steuwop, it's gonna get tricky
No Lil Wayne, no
Eliantte, come inside (yeah)
Every time I pull up on her
She suckin' my dick like this shit was a prize (yeah)
Been in the coupe, Bruce Wayne (yeah)
I
like Ceddy
And I told Lil mama don't touch my celly
Rollin' like Kelly
She know not to play with me, I don't like that
Calling me a dog, you gon see when
just wanna a lil pressure
Get ya mind out the gutter 'cause i bodied this bring out the stretcher
I bet ya 40 of the best-a pasta
Like kahoot we in
years
Since Lil Wayne came up in the game and took the beers
In ninety-nine, I turn on the TV, said who the fuck is this
Rap extraterrestrial, spitting
My name Wayne and I came to party
my watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee
Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty
I aint on strike three, but
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
[LIL WAYNE:]
Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter
Them troop shoot them run like them playa's oprah
They know me kingdom, make em scream
beats and faking
I can't diss these lil's bro (ugh, yeah)
I can't diss these lil's bro
What I look like, trynna kill a wave, in 5 years they 'gon be
it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she
Stay on my lane like Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne)
Fight my battles like Liu Kang
Whether it's Jasmaine or Butane
Man don't need no boo thang (Never)
Like Ozil
feel like I'm Lil' Wayne
It only fucked up a lil' money
It was just lil' pain
But no cap you made me hustle so I can't complain
Aye this exotic pack 300
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne
limit, I might pull
Up in a tank, yeah, uh
(Red rag, huh, I feel like Lil Wayne)
(Red rag, huh, I feel like Lil Wayne) woah
Woah woah
Woah
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
Words on this YouTube shit
Holding big-ass guns on YouTube like niggas
Is scared of YouTube or somethin'
And oh yeah
All you faggot-ass niggas that 'bout
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