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Sittin' in a Ferrari, thinking 'bout money |
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I swear I will go head up with all of y'all, bumper cars |
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Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes |
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Shoot you nine times just in case you got cat lives |
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My punchlines give you black eyes |
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Like like, go kill yourself Seven Pounds |
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I've been to hell and back, and made it back fine |
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Black diamonds killin' them, black on black crime |
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Now can I live and if I can, can I live it up? |
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I'mma squeeze life, just enough to fill a cup |
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Well, shut the f-ck up and steam the purp |
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Drink it all, I'm dead, so I throw some ice in it |
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And belch when I finish |
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('cuse me, 'cuse me) |
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[Hook] |
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I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off |
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Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off |
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To another World, right next to that white moon |
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Fly in the sky, tell em we'll be back soon |
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 2] |
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Uh, its the martian and I come for all |
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I swear I will go head up with all y'all, bumper cars |
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N-gga I'm a slumber dog, millionaire, been there |
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Smoke some kush and snap my fingers in case you got cat lives |
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Uh, so much for being settled down |
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Suicide flow, go and kill ya self, Seven Pounds |
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Blunt thick as Bobby Christina, high as Serena's skirt |
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Only smoking that real grass, no arena turf |
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Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south |
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And you haven't seen cleaner dirt, you haven't seen it worse |
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So shut the f-ck up and steam the purp |
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Tell them haters "arrivederc" |
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Yeah I lost my mind, help me find it I will lead the search |
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Uhhh |
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[Hook] |