Ain't I
Lil Wayne, Drama, Jae Millz
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Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Barack O-Drama) Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Gangster Grillz, you bastards) Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga Jae Millz (gangster AMG) Gangster Grillz, you bastards We just shining on you niggas all crazy Ha ha ha (Gangster Gri-Zillz) Let's go I'm the real, I'm the authentic, the fact and the truth It's Jae Millz, brown skin, but I black in the booth And for the green or that white, you'll see red Mushroom bullets hit your body, and they spread Then your ass dead, no need for a hospital room or a bed Just tell his mama, "Get him some nice threads" So at least he'll be a bitch-ass nigga dying in style He didn't want to look up to me, now he gotta look down Somebody better tell 'em on these beats, I'm a beast Half-man, half-animal like King on "Tekken" I'll wreck him, and yeah, Young Money is what I'm repping Respect 'em or I'll put you on that highway to Heaven Matter of fact, pussy, you'll get your own lane With no speed limits, so you can get there in a minute, ha It's Dedication 3, it's no replacing we That's like asking a group of Muslims "Where that bacon be?" Straight Grand Patron flow, it's no chasing me And that amnesia is what my medication be That's that Amsterdam grade-A, I'm smoking in the Netherlands So high that I'll probably fucking never land, bitch Motherfucking psychopaths Young Money cavemen, motherfuck a Geico ad (Ill) Four-four, bulldog, f*ck around and bite your ass Shitting on you bitches, now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass (Gangster Gri-Zillz) Bitch, I'm balling, I like my cash no, I'm lying, I love my dough Got them hoes falling like a hundred million dominoes But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy When he wouldn't Holler at your guala, yeah, bitch, it's me Kicking motherfuckers out the kitchen heat I'll put you where the fishies sleep And when they wake, you'll be the fishies' feast (gangster) Ha ha I'm a shark, you see my fin, ho? Bullet leave a hole in your face, not a dimple Straight from the NO, it's no problemo To put a nigga brains on the motherfucking window Ugh Damn right, I'm nasty How I come through in that wide-eyed Aston The leather guts, and might I add in It's black-on-chrome like Darren McFadden Yeah, and don't be comparing my swag With these wack-ass niggas that's oh-so-swagless Yeah, and call me "Mr Swagmore" Got your girlfriend open like some fucking pores Or open like some fucking doors Nigga, it's "F*ck you, and I'm fucking yours" From the bedroom to the floors Whores
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Written by: Clifford Harris, Djuan Montrel Hart, Leland Sanford Austin, Trumell Clemons
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