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Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross |
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Album: Tha Carter IV Deluxe Edition |
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The LRC Maker: dōng dōng dōng dōng |
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dōng dōng dōng dōng |
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Verse 1: Lil Wayne Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet |
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I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch |
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I' m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck |
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I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat |
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When I was in jail she let me call her collect |
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But if she get greedy, I' ma starve her to death |
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Top down, it' s upset been fcking the world and ngga and I aint cum yet! |
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You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck |
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The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet |
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The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch |
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I pay these nggas with a reality check |
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Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best |
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This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress |
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The money don' t sleep so Weezy can' t rest |
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An AK47 is my fucking address, huh |
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Rick Ross I' m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it' s December 31st |
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Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts |
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If I die today, remember me like John Lennon |
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Buried in Louis, I' m talking all brown linen, huh |
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Verse 2: Rick Ross Big black ngga, and an icey watch |
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Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop |
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Counts the profits you could bring ' em in a Nike box |
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Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, |
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swish! |
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I' m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss |
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In the red 911 looking devilish |
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Red beam make a bitch ngga sit down |
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Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time |
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Drop Palmolive in a ngga dope |
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Make it come back even harder than before |
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Baby I' m the only one that paid your car notes |
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Well connected, got killers off in Chicago |
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I' m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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I got a chopper in the car |
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Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it' s December 31st |
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Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts |
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If I die today, remember me like John Lennon |
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Buried in Louis, I' m talking all brown linen, huh |
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Verse 3: Lil Wayne Talk stupid get ya head popped |
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I got that Esther, bitch I' m red fox |
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Big bee' s, Red Sox |
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I get money to kill time, dead clocks |
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Your fucking with a ngga who don' t give a fuck |
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Empty the clip than roll a window up |
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Pussy nggas sweet, you nggas center bun |
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I' m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum |
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200 thousand on a chain, I don' t need a piece |
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That banana clip, let Chiquita speak |
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Dark shades, Eazy E |
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Five letters, YMCMB |
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Bitch ass ngga, pussy ass ngga |
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I see ya looking, what ya looking at ngga |
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You know the rules, kill' em all and keep moving |
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If I died today it' d be a holiday |
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Verse 4: Rick Ross I' m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car |
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So don' t make it come alive |
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Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together |
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YMCMB, double M, we rich forever |
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The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang |
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Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint |
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Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch |
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My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks |
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Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape |
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Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes |
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Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I' m santa claus |
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Nggas gather round, got gifts for all of y' all |
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Take it home and let it bubble that' s the double up |
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If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up |
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It' s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up |
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I call the plays, motherfuck huddle up |
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Lil Wayne I' m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car |