Lyrics:
Yeah yo bit call me senpai
Fucked that lil bit and I gave her a cream pie
Told that lil bit I don't need her so bye bye
I keep me a blaster they
look like lavender
MIA OUT NOW
We aint doin deluxe albums and bonus tracks we making deluxe moves
Niggas cant fit in our shoes we built it that way doe
I
dreams
I'm in a new crib, so big, I'm talkin' town size
Sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho, I think it's crown
a bag on a brand new chain
Heard that he stupid he don’t use his brain
I rap and sing bitch I’m switching on lanes
I just want a lil mili, lil Wayne
How
(Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooo, ooo, ooo, finally getting cash (I finally got it, though!)
waiting
Maybe I just need to go out and get it on my own. Hmph
Yeah, screw waiting on God! I need...
Still on this beat though
Still on this track though
got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old
Man, I swear to God I was
got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old
Man, I swear to God I was
fast and so tight like Busta Rhymes and Tech N9ne on their tracks
And have some good fans like KSI, FiR (Falling In Reverse) and Lil Nas X
And be one
I come alive in the night, on some Bruce Wayne s***
Livin' my life, gettin' high payments
F***in' with some new broads and they high maintenance
the pussy like I'm born again, ayy, ayy
I got two dracs up with me, I'm ready to pop out at a lil' bitch
I'm a cool lil' nigga but when I mix that wock with
and the blue like iguana
I'm not Lil Wayne but I stunt like my father
Cant get a fraction cause that shit improper
Faded the boy like I became a barber
Baby got
Colossal, now give me the mic and I rock like a fuckin' fossil
I'm mad at the track and I beat it like Hector Camacho
What's poppin? What it do? What's
These lil niggas my lil sons, I mold 'em like some pottery
Teach 'em how to get some paper, get 'em out of poverty
My brodie got a bonus, and he blowed it
like Bruce Wayne off the dope
I feel like I'm insane with these flow me
I feel like the have no brains no they don't
Feeling like Gotham city's my home
tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glock, won't do a nigga like Tupac
I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make
Turn up with Lil Yachty
Thugger, Thugger, babe
Trouble Man, aka T.I.P., yeah
Bankroll Mafia, YSL, Lil Duke, slat
R.I.P. to Troupe
You better
Tell Lil Wayne that I'm in it to win it because having a milli just isn't enough
Staking my paper that's word to my mom and my dad if you touch me I
don't wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention
I'm like Nevada
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
get out
Yeah, Lil Wayne never dropped the Lil
I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill
Yeah, I'm so New Orleans that I can't hide
You know I
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
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or
If I was with somebody else
You don't understand
She make the people say yeah, yeah
I'm pimping the track so if it's an interest to fit this into ya business
Then bitch spend some money on my merch and buy a shirt
Never quite tasted
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