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[Hook] |
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Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch |
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] |
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Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer |
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Swagger down pat, call my *************t Patricia |
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Young Money militia and I am the commissioner |
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You no wan' start Weezy cause the 'F' is for finisher |
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So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? |
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Two ******* at the same time, synchronized swimmers |
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Got the girl twisted cause she open when you twist her |
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Never met the *************, but I ************* her like I missed her |
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Life is the *************, and death is her sister |
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Sleep is the cousin, what a ******' family picture |
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You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature |
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It's all in the family, but I am of no relation |
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No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration |
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Black and white diamonds, ************* segregation |
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************* that *************t, my money up, you *************s just Honey Nut |
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Young Money runnin' *************t and you *************s just runner-ups |
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I don't feel I done enough, so I'mma keep on doin' this *************t |
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Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] |
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I'm goin' back in |
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Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded |
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I think you stand under me if you don't understand me |
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Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy |
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But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy |
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Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest |
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I beat the beat up, call it self-defense |
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Swear, man, I be seein' through these *************s like sequins |
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*************s think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end |
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Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant |
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Married to the money, ************* the world, that's adultery |
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You full of *************t, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk |
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Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt |
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Stop playin', *************, I got this game on deadbolt |
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Mind so sharp, I ************* around and cut my head off |
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Real ************* all day and tomorrow |
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But these mother*******s talkin' crazy like they jaw broke |
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Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya |
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Try me and run into a wall: outfielder |
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You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights |
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The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe |
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*************, stop playin', I do it like a king do |
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If these *************s animals, then I'mma have a mink soon |
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Tell 'em ******* I say put my name on the wall |
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I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all |
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And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on |
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But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on |
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Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it |
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Young Money, Cash Money |
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Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" |
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*************, real G's move in silence like lasagna |
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People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda |
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Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her |
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You *************s are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant |
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I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate |
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Yeah, with a swag you would kill for |
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Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder |
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Jumped in a wi*************n' well, now wish me well |
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Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell |
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[Verse 3: Cory Gunz] |
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Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean |
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Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine |
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Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen |
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Now all I want is hits, *************, Wayne signed a fiend |
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I played the side for you *************s that's tryna front, and see |
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Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you *************'s the son of me |
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Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha |
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Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda |
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*************, I flow like scuba, *************, I'm bold like Cuba |
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And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya |
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I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover |
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Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter |
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*************s think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler |
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Cash Money cold, *************, but our actions is cooler |
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Wayne, these *************s out they mind |
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I done told these ************* *************s so many times |
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That I keep these bucks steady on my mind |
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Tuck these, I ************* these on your mind, pause |
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To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love |
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Keep throwin' my sign in the middle |
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Hit 'em up, piece on my side, cause ain't no peace on my side, ************* |
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I'm a man, I visit urinals with pride |
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Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside |
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I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX *************, ya heard? Gunna |
