Lyrics:
icky green limes
I got that paper in them rubber bands stacked up
And I got somethin' hidden in the stash wrapped up
If you see purple in my cup
featuring Lil Wayne
Verse 1: (lil wayne)
Ha ha ha ha check it
Its me that's creepin through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier
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
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
icky green limes
I got that paper in them rubber bands, stacked up
And I got somethin' hidden in the stash, wrapped up
If you see purple in my cup, that
hang
They hate the way I make it rain like that nigga Lil Wayne
I see you mean muggin' me hatin' on a niggaz change
You should chill muthafuka we ain't
she let me
Need a Rolex, 'Bama Runtz, both presi
Might look light but the bag come heavy
Swerving that whip by the corner
Bad lil bitch, she smelled my
stare me down just came to see me
Trappin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'
Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic,
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done
soul with the napalm
Mix and master, all I need is dro and one mic
One pad, one pen, iPod, dim lights
Feelin' like a plane when it's
Up and it's in
nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got
like i'm Lil Wayne
Wait
I'm making tunes there ain't no need to complicate
Got me up at fucking noon
Still finding time to push the weight
I got my own
(Trey Songz) woop!
(Lil' Wayne) don't love me, don't love me
Baby don't love me alright (Trey Songz)
Yeah say she wanna do her own thing
Fine as fuck
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
This here on some bruce shit
Might switch it on some wayne shit
Turn this bitch to darkknight im switching in them lanes bitch
Hop up in that bat mobile
sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I
calling up my phone
I just let that bitch ring
I don't hit decline (ring)
Yeah
She hearing the dial tone
Yeah
I told her I cannot abide (woo)
I told lil
Ya Know)
Eyes closed smoking dro
Mix that Henny with that kush until my body moving slow
Roll it up & take a hit it take me where I want to go
Mane I
was glad
Shout out Lil Wayne, yeah, that's my dad (Lil Tunechi)
They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"
No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin'
I don't been enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he ride
its coming
I got focus now
Once is shadow in town
Everything goes down
Everybody wants the crown
I gotta suit up
All black like the bat
Lil shawty know
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
[Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, be -M, J-are, Weezy baby
Trying to see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speaking G's, I'm
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