Lyrics:
Dirty macking on my mind but I keep it player
Dior on your feet cost a couple grand
You just hit a lil play now you touching bands
Just a girl in the city
we'll get it done a couple grand
Cracking down I'm so for real, we might go send you to the light
Get inside your house when it get dark cause demons play
I used to really crush on that lil
Chick but I got tired of her
How you turn that Grand Prix to a Lambo?
How you turn that mansion to a bando?
I be
a ass wit' it
See now when Lil' Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum
stu-stu start stutterin
It's only natural to be nervous when
you're confronted by Shell the grand wizard rhyme champion
I'm slow flow, good to go, do a hoe,
suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I
not say lil wayne say weezy baby
Halla ta cha boys man
Ill still doin it with my boy fee
Ya gatta feel me thats tha boy aka mrenron
Yall ready know
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
overseas gettin them G's fall out please,
you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie,
small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin'
hard got the fuckin sun hatin on me
Everywhere I go man I always keep my 30 on me
Cheese in my pocket lil baby this ain't Macaroni
Bitch I'm 24 I'mma
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,
small
It's a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[Lil Wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin'
supposed to have things
Trying to stunt like bruce wayne in the bat wing
Got this one bitch and she my lil' bad ting
Trying to ball cause a nigga ain't have
sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause un pause this
So keep your bitch ass
Lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot
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
them baseball playas you know we knocks 'em all
Catch me at home plate, butt naked in my drawls
Grand slams an home runs they never find the ball
We
was me and my niggas, yea we made it through the rain
It was me and my niggas, we dont play by the rules
It was me and my niggas, bullets wet him like
kill jayz
You gotta ball on Phye
You gotta ball on Phye
Travelled to nyc overnight in a private plane
Shootout at rockafella
We at grand central
supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we
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