Lyrics:
to bloom
Who lied to you?
Two middle fingers that's up high to whom
It may consume, kaboom, goddamn
Who knew that I am the guru with voodoo
That sued
bang, bang
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the baddest of them all?
I shoot 'em bang, bang
I shoot 'em bang, bang
I light 'em up and watch 'em
Chyeah, cut me up, man
Cut me up in the phones, yeah
That's right
Chyeah
Chyeah
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
I got the Birdman in my presence, so you know it's
Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on the wall brain spilla
Grave filla
Who me untamed gorilla
I be thugged out
Dead bodies drugged out
Throw
in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol there," "violation here, violation here"
record, I'm highly respected
I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask lil' wayne
Ask judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face
For, "pistol here, pistol
Hook:
This so fuckin great i pulled up on my bitch in slabs
Smokin fye dro, while counting in my head
(math )
This so fuckin great i pulled up on my
on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping
Come fuck with
Storch, and a Porsche
I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts
The judge just a bitch, the jury
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
In the ghetto infested by shade and drama
And niggas wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma
I'm thinkin' big like Lil Wayne and Tha Carters's that
that dro, I light up that flame
I take a hit, then I'm feeling no pain
Mary Jane's my muse, she inspires my rhymes
I'm in my own world, lost in my own
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
chemical makeup
Now its adderall to sleep and then a xanny to wake up
Niggas mobbin deep, I keep that scope wit the laser
Want a light show, turn ya dome
She wanna ride in the ghost
She wanna roll up my dro
She wanna be my lil' hoe, ok
Tell me some shit I don't know
They know I been on a roll, ok
I had
into my jar srictly on that dro
Buying everyhthing all up in the sto'
Like Bruce in the night, know I gotta go
They be peeping me like, damn I like your
Just don’t go in the light
I had a lotta niggas leave me
Now they nowhere in sight
It was wrong when them niggas left
That’s why I started to write
I was
listening to Lil Wayne and (yeah)
Sipping on that soda (yeah)
Tipping on 44s
I was still tripping on these hoes (huh)
Slipping on these foes (damn)
I've been
Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
the bitch got up and left with another man
(Saaay what!?, wha is you talkin bout?)
There's nothin to talk about (see), you just a walk about
I light
gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] yea, yea, ha ha
And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..
Hit me i like that
Hit me again!
Okay! I go by Weezy F b, that's who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new ID
I beat up the track like the new Ali
' Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
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