Lyrics:
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
It's Lil Weezy, something on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home, she get took
'Cause I'm
It's Lil Weezy, something on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home, she get took
'Cause I'm
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
'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
on nigga
She said sorry a million times like Lil Wayne's figures
He clinched up his fist this nigga bout to trip
Baby mag in the bag i just got yo slip in
to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist
Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
She could
baby go head and pour the wine up
Reggeaton godfather New York boricua
Puerto Rican New York
Yeah I got a fresh girl and she a fresh girl
And I grab
No he can't
Yes she can't
But I will
No he can't
Yes she can't
But I will
Que made the beat by the way
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But I will
Suburban
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
out with the church, now he used to being lead wrong
I need leg room
Mami from the dancehall
If she could fuck me right now
She take her pants off
Don’t
on another level
Baby let's go spend a bag on
Some brand new Dapper Dan
Could kick around you on some Carters
Like look like my name Lil Wayne
Tryna' see if I
is right (yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)
No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
on Tris, that ain't the same thing, bitch (What?)
And she pussylicious (Phew), I'm on my Wayne Dang shit (Bitch)
Yeah, roll on my own, I don't even gangbang,
no friends so i'm rocking vlone
They know lil mylo surrounded by clones
And they know we wilding they say we the bomb
Fuck it
I'm turnt in the booth
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
say, Girl what who that
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil' Wayne (nop)
Cause I'm way more flyer
Have you hanging round a bunch of yeyo buyers
fall
[Lil Wayne]
Bang ,
The shooter name is Wayne
The victim didn't complain
She just screamed 'shoot again'
I gave her extra rounds
My
Shot o'clock, ayy, shot o'clock
Bitch, shot o'clock, ayy
How many licks do it take to make a thotty stop?
Lil' Wayne Lanez, tell her, "Lick me like
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,
nigga Tad he better rough them
Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks
And my niggas bustin' niggas like they don't give a fuck
[Lil Wayne
But I will
No he can't yeah she can't
But I will
Que made the beat by the way
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But I will
Suburb swerving man I gotta watch
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
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