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Yea, I’m sorry not sorry lil baby
I don’t mean to drive you crazy
It’s not you it’s me (me)
I just haven’t been myself lately (lately)
I just
everybody I aint hidin shxt
He a dark nigga with this Choppa I'mma light his skin
Ion wear watches so bitch I aint got the time
I got red tips shock is ass
the hod
I got my mind on my money (money) my money on my mind (mind)
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get
face, I don't play wit' these bitches
Keep a AK by the door, in the kitchen
I might make the Forbes from tourin' the city
When I go to the hood niggas
but everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now
[Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
[Akir]
One
up girl, you look so good, go ahead, show me them angles
And them lil niggas are not hood, they ain't nothing I can't handle
And girl I need you right
with Lil Wayne
I'ma jump from a plane or stand in front of a train
'Cause I'm a sucker for pain
Used to doin' bad, now we feel like we just now
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
Tez or really met every nigga he wit',ay (bop)
Murder vibes in the air (in the air)
Tone man's probably got one Gloch
But Lil' Tez got a pair (two
the studio
Gettin' the money, it'll get me some drinks
So that way, don't feel any pain
I used to think there was never
A way out the hood
But just look where
he in the back with shooters
Like I don't go off rumors, hot out bring out the coolers
The opps in the hood, Lil Veno they gon' move 'em
Wuk got
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
weed up man, ayy
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil' bitty waist
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
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
I'm gone make a killing
Talking Lil Wayne my coupe got no ceiling
I'm playing my cards I'm dealing and dealing to get to the millions
They keeping tabs
about me plane
But that bih know that I’m fly
I told that bih make that nigga your ex
She looked at me like “Crucial why?”
Just like that Lil Wayne
crank it)
(Hit 'em up) bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up)
When I pull up on your block all that bullshit stops
Man ho know that I'm the prince so
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that, true that,
Young beast from the East
So you know I put it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangster girl
With the fly G slide international (is wretch you know)
By
out and I don't mean that we need a cell
And by cell I don't mean a jail, I mean Hell
We locked up and these banks keep receiving bail
I don't mean
on that freak shit kissing on ya neck lil mama thats ya weakness yea I do it better she gettin wetter wit each lick peep this we gone take it to the remix
So we picking out his casket
Ya baby daddy lacking
Now you fucking with a savage
I was down on my ass
Now a young nigga having
Ain't tripping on bitch
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