Lyrics:
a marble floor, uh
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh
I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo
Wait, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up, Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane, vroom
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve
a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Mulsanne, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve
[Lil Wayne talking]
I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
It's ironic
They all wanna sound the same
Lil imitations Waynes
Shits lame
In no way iKhanik
I guess in a certain way
I'm the product
Of the certain
Hahaha...
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in
when I be slinging nine (uh uh)
Lil Wayne, Juvie and Turk that's who I roll wit (who)
If I gotta lick that's who I go kick in the door wit (who)
Baby is
Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga?
You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop
You can't handle this, nigga
You can't handle, sit down
The boi lil Wayne, the homie pimp c,
We got a lil story to tell y'all where we come from.
[Bow Wow]
I come from where a Chevy wit a trunk full of bump
broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill
Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
[Lil' Wayne]
And this is just a mixtape
Damn
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world till you mothafuckas come for me...Yeah
Don't worry if me got a gun you
(gang)
Made the money go up, made the money go down
Make that shit disappear if you lame (gang)
Peel off in that big body Tonka, lil' bitch
You best
In this bitch with D Weave and we making amends
I call up Vynce Wayne cause she said bring a friend
This bitch said she love me, wasn't her man
This
a ass wit' it
See now when Lil' Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum
[Lil' Wayne]
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see the left hand
Wayne I'mma hold you down on this rap shit, mane
Ha, once again it's on
My respect level now is unheard of
Niggas was laughin' now they wish
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