Lyrics:
the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we
gotta get more big game and a lil piece
I need tall money and a lil bitch (Come on)
Kick game on Liu Kang
And my, whip game on Bruce Wayne
I'm coolin'
On the southside
With my lil southside shawty
Had to keep my eyes wise, my nose down, my blunt packed too tight
Shawty
I lost my way somewhere
By where they don't
SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't talk my
I'ma stop, but I can't stop it if I want to
I just smoke a blunt into a day and keep it goin
Shit, I feel like Lil Wayne, I told him, show me my opponent
change
My name change from Lil Wayne to Ooh Wayne
Oh Lord, she grinding on this Grande
Oh Lord, I'm drowning, I'm gonna need that coast guard
And when
shit was a bummer
Watch and my blunt presidential the wrist is a roley the wood stuffed with nun but Obama
Dreads in my head like I'm Wayne but I'm
women used to be my speed
Now pretty baby you're all I need
Oh darling, think it's gonna work out fine
He's so, I'm so, we're so glad when we remember
and the crew
She like my lil body she like my lil groove
They compare me to baby I got sum 2 prove
You may never get in, get the ball and shoot
All dem haters be
Lotta rappers not hard as me, I spit like it's my first oral
I'd like to take this time to say
I never fucked Wayne I never fucked Drake
But a hundred K
I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind
You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite
Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Lil' favorite,
Friend or foe, if or so, pick a lane
Lil' Wayne on my single now
Fucking hoes like I'm single now
Triggers close to my fingers now
But when the label
gotta be this way
And my love my love
I give to you
As long as you remain true
True to you darling
What you want to do
Oh
When I look in your eyes
I see
gotta ask again
Baby this is what we do
[Verse Two: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, what you want
And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones
Where the Muh
Hope
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
darling yeah
Got to give it up
Keep on dancing talking to you, baby
Yeah, oh, yeah (Got to give it up)
(Ahhh) Keep on dancing (Dancing lady
Dancing lady)
bitch serving
It's none of my business I ain't worry
But if you got a nigga
And you workin' for him
I'ma shoot that nigga, Quavo Stephen Curry
Pretty lil
and don
The ones trained get ran on my crew hard
Louis V sweaters on the boulevard
Poor niggas cars throw up signs and bang on
[Lil Wayne]
They call me
that sh-t Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my name on
go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm
I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm
black and yellow, will
You don't even need me by your side
But I'm so dependent
I know that I need you to be mine
Oh no darling
Oh no
Oh no darling
Oh no
Oh no darling
Oh no
about me plane
But that bih know that I’m fly
I told that bih make that nigga your ex
She looked at me like “Crucial why?”
Just like that Lil Wayne
I gotta few more, yeah
Lil shawty wanna leave, baby we can go where ever you wanna go, yeah
If I'm takin' too long, give me that look I tell my
your lane
Drive by 128
Hotline just going crazy
We live just know that baby
Cut ties with all the fake ho's
Smokin, I roll away
I'm staring right at my
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart skip a beat whenever the bass drop
My shit is quakin
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