[00:00.85]Lil' Wayne - Throwed Off（feat. Gudda Gudda）
[00:04.96]Album:Sorry 4 The Wait
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[00:25.98]Yeah,
[00:26.48]Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
[00:30.48]Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
[00:33.80]You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
[00:36.54]Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
[00:40.04]I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
[00:43.54]Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
[00:46.67]Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts
[00:49.85]What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
[00:53.37]Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it out
[00:56.62]Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
[00:59.99]Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
[01:03.23]Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
[01:06.75]I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
[01:10.17]Get her to the crib and make her f-ck everybody
[01:13.99]You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody
[01:17.37]In the rap game, so it's f-ck everybody
[01:21.06]
[01:22.06]Married to the mob, bury you alive
[01:25.05]My girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
[01:28.37]And I came in this bitch with my niggas
[01:30.68]Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
[01:35.32]I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin'
[01:38.43]Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
[01:41.62]I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
[01:45.00]Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
[01:48.38]I go tough, I go stupid
[01:51.26]Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
[01:54.57]F-ck you with a pool stick
[01:56.02]Make you swallow tooth picks
[01:57.59]F-ckin' right, we ruthless
[01:59.12]We done watched too many movies
[02:00.83]Then smoked too many doobies
[02:02.65]Murk you out, then deuces
[02:04.27]We don't know what truce is
[02:05.90]That bullet proof vest so useless
[02:07.65]Flag red like bruises
[02:09.22]Shoot ya head with them uzis
[02:10.98]I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
[02:15.49]I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
[02:18.42]Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
[02:21.84]We don't give a f-ck, and we ain't never did
[02:25.10]Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
[02:28.66]I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off
[02:31.69]I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
[02:35.05]Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
[02:38.32]Public apology, sorry for the wait