Lyrics:
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
call me, trick Swayze
Okay
In other news and other niggas hoes
Your wife taste like honey nut cheerios
I'm in the mirror like oh baby
Who needs
You're going to see me go wild out in public
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
I'm Clowning
Bro! I get down, baby. I get down
I'm Clowning
I'm
glidin' round Gotham like a bat bitch
A nigga done went to the grave, Now I'm back bitch
This that boom bat-man bruce wayne shit
This that real shit
Fuck
and I set the stack
Sweet treats in my veins, mixed with the green propane
My mask shines bright, I'm the teams Bruce Wayne
Handler prey, strapped down,
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the nigga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad
was old days, we don't kick it no Bruce Wayne
They ain't want let me in I had to kick that fuckin' door in
They ain't wantmlet me in , I had to kick
Ok, I'm shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper,
be 6 ft in the grass
What'd you say
Don't worry about what I got in this glass
I'm tired
I'm alright I'm ok I'm a liar
They say diamonds cook in
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
class
Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handle your fake ass
I'm a ride on you and hide you in
to spend till his knees bend
Then the athlete's broke and his girl's in the wind
And my girl gets mad, cause I never spend time like I'm s'posed to
Plus I'm
your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
Weezy F middle finger to life
So
dates
When you know he tryna screw
How you think you number one, girl?
You're Tuesday, number two
No cheese no macaroni
You a one trick pony
What you
class
Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handle your fake ass
I'm a ride on you and hide you in
class
Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast
Cause I know how to handle your fake ass
I'm a ride on you and hide you in
get 'em and then trick 'em like brrr stick 'em
see im the mistress he the president
his name lil wayne but thats irrelevent
yo millz ima grab that lil
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
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