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Check |
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Huh |
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What? |
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What? |
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Let' s go, nigga where you at, wheezy? |
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You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick |
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Or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick |
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And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas |
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We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons |
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We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats |
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Stormin' through the house, screamin', " where' s this bastard' s crack? ! ! " |
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I flash the mack in front of your gal and make her tell |
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Like, " slut! where' s the yay, or i' ma pop one in your grill! " |
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It' s lil wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas |
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Pay with my change, then i' m gon' have to bang niggas |
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I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga |
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Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga |
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If you out, you can find me on the street with the work |
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If it' s a drought, you can find me on the street with the work |
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Never slip - i empty half a clip deep in your shirt |
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And put your whole clique deep in the dirt |
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Smell me? |
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hook-2x lil wayne |
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Who wan' beef with ' em? |
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Who wan' creep with ' em? |
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And when it comes down to guns, nigga, i sleep with ' em |
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See, we can sweep with ' em ' cause it get deep with ' em |
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And when it comes down to drugs, i' m on the streets with ' em |
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lil wayne |
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Look |
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I' m the youngest hot boy on the field with heaters |
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Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples |
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Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' renita |
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Give me the yay, or else i' ma put her in her sneakers |
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Wow wow, wow you can catch me in all black with no smile |
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Me, turk, geezy, and ' nile - chicka-pow! |
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How come these niggaz keep burnin the world? |
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And why the hell this nigga wheezy keep firmin your girl? |
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Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal bentley drop |
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Then i' ma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block |
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Tell your mom to get the cops cause y' all gon' need ' em |
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When you see them bullets that my glock pop, y' all gon' eat ' em |
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See this for all my niggaz in the pen, i hope for freedom |
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And this for all my niggaz buyin bricks, i got ' em cheaper |
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Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when i come |
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Wayne 1 hot boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me? |
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hook lil wayne |
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Who wan' beef with ' em? |
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Who wan' creep with ' em? |
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And when it comes down to guns, nigga, i sleep with ' em |
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See, we can sweep with ' em ' cause it get deep with ' em |
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And when it comes down to drugs, i' m on the streets with ' em |
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Who wan' beef with ' em? |
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Who wan' creep with ' em? |
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' cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, i sleep with ' em |
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See, we can sweep with ' em ' cause it get deep with ' em |
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And when it comes down to drugs, i' m on the streets with ' em |
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lil wayne |
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Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place |
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Mask the face, automatic attach to waist |
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You bastards play? then it get awful and bad |
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There will be no more walkin for dad, and it' s off with your head |
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And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night |
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And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice |
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Henny and ice is what i prefer, but light on the rocks |
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I pack them clips tight on them glocks and light up your block |
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And if there' s coke involved, then your throat' s involved |
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I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y' all |
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Me and my nigga, super sosa, run up in your crib |
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While your grandma watchin oprah, jag her up and rope her |
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If you wan' grudge, chances slim like ethiopia |
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If you want drugs, i got more flavors than fruitopia |
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Recognize it' s real and nuttin udder than that |
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Cause one from the mac' ll have blood coverin your back, ha? |
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hook-4x lil wayne |
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Who wan' beef with ' em? |
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Who wan' creep with ' em? |
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' cause when it comes down to guns, nigga, i sleep with ' em |
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See, we can sweep with ' em ' cause it get deep with ' em |
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And when it comes down to drugs, i' m on the streets with ' em |
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lil wayne |
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Who wan' beef with a nigga? creep with a nigga? |
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When it comes down to guns, look, i sleep with them triggas |