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Lil Wayne
Man fuck these niggas
I’m a spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun, buck these niggas
Take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas
Yeah, and fuck these bitches
I swear I care bout everything but these bitches
I don’t care I „so what” these bitches
And I put young mula baby way above these bitches
If it ain’t broke don’t break it
And if he ain’t shook I’m gon’ shake him
Hope I don’t look weak cause when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolf’s teeth muthafuckaaaa
Futuristic handgun, if you act foul you get two shots and one
I’m at your face like man cum
You niggas softer then Roseanne’s son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I’m busy fuckin’ the world and givin’ the universe my damn tongue
Crazy muthafucka, I am one, but the crazy thing is I began one
All white bricks, I’m straight like it’s jumpin’ back to 36 nigga
Big house long hallways got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day nigga
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Lil Wayne
And we don’t want no problems
OK your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin
Yeah, Big Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street (ooohhh)
Now pop that pussy, I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
A
H huh, and we be steady mobbin’ Ooh Kimosab
I
Big ballin’ is my hobby
Gucci Mane What the fuck is up It’s Gucci Mane the G It’s titty boy no pity boy Big scarcity the city boy So Iiy so no Nike boy Just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me Gucci Mane keep shittin’ on me Why that boy keep buyin’ jewelry East Atlanta cockin’ hammers Bandanas on car antennas No, we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these niggas fingaz Gucci’s armed and dangerous Cocaine, Codeine, and Angel Dust This AK 47’ll hitchu everywhere from the ankle up Clip the size of Nia Long Clips long as a Pringles can .45 desert eagle on me you’ll think I’m an Eagles fan Tony Braxton sniper rifle Make you neva breathe again Fuck that nigga Kill that nigga Bring him back Kill him again Gucciii
Lil Wayne Yeah the money is the motive Fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote OK, I’m reloadin’ better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie Swagga so bright I don’t even need light I’m with a model broad she don’t even eat rice But would you believe that she dykes And she asked me for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes (yeah) I’m the man around this muthafucka I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucka This rap game, I got my hand around this muthafucka Yeah I said game but I ain’t playin’ around this muthafucka Yeah I’m the best to ever do it bitch And you the best at never doin’ shit If you the shit then I’m sewer rich Try me and I’ll have your people readin’ eulogies I swear you can’t fuck with me But I can fuck yo girl and make her nut for me Then slut for me then kill for me then steal for me and of course it’ll be yo cash Then I’ll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo ass
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Lil Wayne Uh, man suck my clip Swallow my bullets And don’t you spit (ooohhh) I am the hip hop socialist Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips Do you want a dose of this I will make the most of this F is for ferocious murder your associates The top is so appropriate This is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for ya girlfriend to wobble on Weezy
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