Lyrics:
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
And we won't stop, get money niggas
cocaine
Fifty niggas always riding wit Lil Wayne
My rees string up bo's fall halfway
I'm jumpin' out a tree with a camouflage AK
I spots my target
balmains
Locks hanging, tatted up like lil Wayne
Used to warm up for the ball games
Step dad used bag that cocain
Feds through the door ain’t saying no names
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
me gotta keep it by the waist
I grab lil bebe by the waist
Tell me where you wanna go
We don't even gotta wait
We can hideaway
Hideaway hideaway
(Aye), Lil Crank topper noen charts Aye)
Dette her føles så rart, føler jeg er midt i en car chase (Vroom vroom)
Ouu, føler jeg er midt i en car chase, car
She a bad lil mama
Feet up by the bar
Could that be my Valentina Perla Blanca from afar
Get my full time fix
Flipping heaters by the pool
I got all
can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis'
You need a nigga that'll put you in your place
Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day
A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
need a little ganja, quick by any means
Cause I just wanna light up, smoke a lil weed
Catch a long flight up, doing what I please
Watch the sun rise up,
sing, ain't have a thing, ain't wanna ask my mama, I used to rob
They used to tell me, "Lil' boy, get a job", still the same, on the sofa and I used
'em clean
Gotta keep that thing by my thing 'cause it's bling bling (Hitboy)
I was on my block, gangways, all street signs
Ain't nobody good, fuck
Losing friends like loose change
Whole family gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
Demons and my vices on the food chain
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that, true that,
is right (yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
(Lil Wayne) on my daddy soul
That nigga shirt says the
Best rapper alive with
A picture of me on that motherfucker
(Richie Rich)
Started chasing
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy - shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
I'm poppin' my shit every morning (poppin' my shit)
Then I go to paradise
Cough syrup got me dozin' off, I can see you in my afterlife (Wheezy
to get fix, how to get mix
'09 Wop, I was tryna go Wayne
Took a little half, tryna find my brain
One million, two million, what am I saying?
Quarter
[Intro: (Wyclef Jean (Lil Wayne))]
Some live for the bill
Some kill for the bill
She wined for the bill
Grind for the bill
(and she used to be
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