Lyrics:
And they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hoodrat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that bitch
(Lil' Wayne)
She a doggy
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
(yeah)
I was the first one hittin' that shit
She was the first one suckin' my dick
She hit the stores in the G-Wagen (yeah)
She tryna hop
pour the champagne
6 or 7 hits like Lil Wayne
Ouu
I kill it every time the beat drops
Drip drip drip on my wrist watch
Gucci Valentino my flip flops
My lil hoe
You can be my lil hoe bae
My lil hoe
You can be my lil hoe baby
My lil hoe
You can be my lil hoe bae
My lil hoe
You can be my lil hoe hoe
my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my
On
[Lil Wayne]
ok now shawty high yellow shawty eyes brown shawty
so gold and so is my crown baby color me bad shawty
coat red, and so is my flag
purple in
trust her neither
I caught lil bae diggin thru my pocket tryna get some of that Mona Lisa (itchn)
This dreamer (woah) is killing her soul, I swear she
neither
I caught lil bae diggin thru my pocket tryna get some of that Mona Lisa (itchn)
This dreamer (woah) is killing her soul, I swear she always on go
(Lil Wayne) on my daddy soul
That nigga shirt says the
Best rapper alive with
A picture of me on that motherfucker
(Richie Rich)
Started chasing
your move
Fuck your thoughts if it stunt my growth
Add that cost brother Know your worth
If I look too big maybe you too small
Optimize your lips baby
right, you look baby mama-type
I know that got you kinda hype, my ice is albino-white
I hope your vagina tight, I go underwater and
I hope your piranha
Cobain
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Mac Dre, that Yao Ming
I gotta rica, rica, rica
I need that Bob Marley, that Lil Wayne
Things get with me
I
around the city wit’ my boo thang
By tomorrow might just pull up in a Bruce Wayne
Sorry that I snapped must be my mood swings
I’m just doin’ me don’t care
of you bitches
Let the lord be my witness
What y'all don't know
Lil' Wayne the nigga from hind ta grow
Quick ta strap up and ride play the blunt
play nigga
My lil' "G" Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood,
Jumpin' at the boy,
Man, you better have ya bungee cord,
Since
Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at the boy
Man, you better have ya bungee cord
Since Wayne took me off the leash
on the shelf
I got them M's by myself, hey
Forty bottles, fifty bitches
And forty mil' got this shit poppin'
We in the spot that shit's poppin'
Bruce Wayne
[Lil Wayne]
Drought 3
Hear My Chains Haha
That Mean I'm Ballin Bitch
If Ya Didn't Know
If You Wasn't Informed
Or Somethin Like That
This Is Da
I did to em' choppa style gon' and put a cig to em'and you know how I know O silly cause I did all that shit with my babymama with me...
[Lil Wayne
[Verse: Lil' Wayne]
I met her in Victoria's
She was hotter than a crown victoria
On my block on a friday at 6:00 yep
I was on her yung joc
She made me lean
living like Nineveh
Tryna be a lil Wayne for Nivea
Running through women baby let me touch
I cut my own heart tryna hit & cut
Woe ta you ta any of you
you ever see my pa say "King"
And if you ever see his son say "Weezy baby!"
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Ya'll niggas can't see me, but I see you lil
the villain peeling in the jag
Just staring at the ceiling 10 women that you had
I was at the center now I see you feeling just a (fag?)
[Lil Wayne]
Just
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