Lyrics:
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
a beam for a fuck nigga problem
A problem with problems surrounded by snakes
And rats at the bottom
Screamin' for help get ate
On my momma
No sleepin', no
turnt nowadays acting like savages,
Lil Homie caught a body, then killed himself couldn’t handle it
Aye, everybody got a choice right
Aye, everybody got
1:Lil' Flip]
Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggaz-I'm pullin triggers for cash
promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass
'cause when that
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
Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)
I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)
on the Pts
Count my blessing thumbing through the dirty money
Louis duffle 2k, but it hold 200
All 20s got me fucking up the zipper
Told my bitch go and grab
She knew I was leavin' 'fore I even came (pussy)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne (pussy)
Smack niggas, then I get on live and sing (yeah)
toss em money no way they complain
Pour a pint in my 2 I feel like lil Wayne
Yeah
I feel like lil wayne
I could take the top off
Talking ‘bout millions
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
[Intro: (Wyclef Jean (Lil Wayne))]
Some live for the bill
Some kill for the bill
She wined for the bill
Grind for the bill
(and she used to be
A nigga that wanna go get that new Lexus jeep
Lil Wayne,
Uh-huh, what kinda nigga got 10 round his neck, wha?
20 on his wrist, ha?
Money by the stretch ha?
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,
boys (bitch)
Bitch, I keep a bag full of blue boys (bitch)
I got medicine in my two cups (bitch)
800K of them blue boys (woo)
I was in the trap, tell
outta her man
I need more hype than Birdbox
Cause ya'll can't see me even though you turds watch
No Patek yes I'm a addict and I thought I still had two
know, I can take a prostitute all the way round the world with me if I want to
Long as I call her my secretary its a tax write-off
Business, we're
around 2
You the type to make a man say I do
Why you calling for the dick asking for the proof
We got a lil rendezvous just me and you
Now come and feed me
cause i don't know when my guard trippin
Im protected by God nigga
He gone show me them old filters
Can't fuck with none of them 2 face niggas my team
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over 'cause I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, uh huh, um uh huh
Hello mother fucker hey hi how ya do'ern?
It's Weezy F baby come to take a shit and urine on
the toilet bowl
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
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for
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