Lyrics:
it's gonna get tricky
No Lil Wayne, no Drizzy, your hoe, yeah she miss me
I pour up the sprite, she pour up the pink whitney
Make her hit the high notes,
a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
cll my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet (walk on by)
Said I got drive, I don't need a car
Money really all
motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is
My nigga Wayne Tucker on bass
Archie Luv on the engineering, boys
You know what I'm sayin'
We doin' this shit for
time feel like the first one
Perfect, when a nigga stressin' at work
She take away all of the pain, make it lesser than dirt
That's why you got Wayne
time feel like the first one
Perfect, when a nigga stressin' at work
She take away all of the pain, make it lesser than dirt
That's why you got Wayne
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'
[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
the bank, I got
It all, I'm still the same, nigga
I fuck up the bank, I fuck up
The bank, I fuck up the bank, nigga
Got a lil' chain, got a lil'
Chain, got
earn stripes so I ride all night with my chrome
And these crackers steady harassing me won't leave Lil Black alone
Man I was dropping chicos for a mil'
like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do
pass her around
G fazos when im walkin out
My brother got hit with that stick
So i cant trust a bitch
He got set up by a trick
Like vroom the car goin
this time
Jay Rock and All My Life hit the airwaves
We almost got into some major
Beef over Lil’ Wayne
That part I'mma leave out
Theres certain things
a
Nigga like Lil Wayne
All black, glove mask, car fast, Bruce Wayne
Duffle bag boy but I still ain't met 2 Chainz
Crippin' like I should've been
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
tinted, masked up like I'm Bruce Wayne
So much kick, it's Liu Kang mixed with Liu Kang, huh
Told her, "Quit the playin', we ain't K-I-Ds"
Lil' bitch
Saw the flash in '89 on a drop-by drive-by
Hit the Bat Cave when I fly by, told you I'm a fly guy
Bruce Wayne waiting for the signatures to catch you
WAYNE: Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
M: We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire...
W: Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
[TURK]
I got more ends, than
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
She give me head, then I her pick her up, put her legs in the air, fuck her but don't kiss
She ain't tryna have babies
after that I feel like I
Could just die in love
For the streets I got dying love
2 teardrops I'm crying for all my dying thugs
Embrace my pistol with
Chops on the track! Ooh, yeah
Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold ooh, yeah
Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold
See, when I got Mercedes money
I went and got
I did to em' choppa style gon' and put a cig to em'and you know how I know O silly cause I did all that shit with my babymama with me...
[Lil Wayne
needs to take a bath cuz it's too dirty
Chorus 2 ½ x
[the B.G.]
Ya know this world so dirty, believe it ain't clean at all
I gotta be a 'lil man
the Magnolia, I can claim this, ya heard me?
Them niggas been street, man
We all was raised together, man
Niggas Birdman and Lil Wayne, gangsters for life,
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