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Lil' Wayne
Bm j.r

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[Baby Talking]

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'

I peep these niggaz out here they

slippin like they ain't bout

money no more man, so what fuck

You know what we gon' do ha?

We gon' do what we been doin nigga

We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'

Nigga

Keep fuckin hoes

Loadin up on mo' bitches

Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga

I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full

blooded with this grind

[Lil Wayne] I GOT IT

[Lil Wayne]

I GOT IT

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]

Bust a cap or two, only key to survive is kill

If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real

And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest

Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets

Yeah

I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody

Get fucked ya play pussy

We hit em' up when they ain't lookin

and them body shots hurt

And the head shots took him

Damn

And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him

Knock his top to his bottom jack

You see me grind to the bottom just

to make it to the bottom

At the very bottom of the map

Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at

You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat

You bitch could get it for actin like a man

Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man

I back his hand ya man on command

In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam

I'm on, I am just in different climates,

duckin the animal keep on runnin wit

my primates

You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,

Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight

And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more

Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks

You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa,

what the fuck they play it in the club for ?

Real shit I'm duckin bombs from a drug war,

no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord

Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushin lord

Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord

I'm just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the boy

They riding up highway to heaven boulevard

Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive,

not even in an eye exam they ain't

lookin for "I"

The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side

Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side

Cuz when you wildin you ain't lookin, you just lookin high

and when we hungry you look like pie

Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon

merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly

Don't make me get the buiscut buster

What up gizzle you my distant brother

Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep

I skips the frontin and sticks to keepin it trill

You not know me for nothing other than people

you feel, I'm deeper for real

I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill

Rest in peace

[Baby talking]

Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,

If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,

if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga

And whatever you bout we bout it, however you

wanna get it we can give it to ya

Order bitch, ya underdig

Put ya prints in nigga

Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

Ay, ay

You sleep in a field for tryin the dude

I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food

Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you

I lie his body in grease set fire to him

I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him

Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade

Damn

I'm near heatin and blaze a nigga keep

they ways when I'm in the streets with

blake

blades

Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate

And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face

yea

And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table

I keep the eight

Haha

My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave

a nigga sideways for five days

Birdman talk to em'

[Baby talking]

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty

If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]

Ay, ay,

Check my swag, I travel like sound dog

You play hard in the gravel like ground dog

I'm underground call me groundhog

Lay down laws call me ground law

Lay down lawgs call me ground law

Don't confuse me with the law, naw but

just confuse me with my paw

Because I am the Birdman J-R

I ain't trippin nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga

With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga

Flip ya vehicle, split ya winsheild

Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live

And people say that I am a kid

still, cuz the lil nigga still rides

on big wheels

You feeling animal then come on and get killed

And sig pill bandannas like banana's

Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in havana

In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savahnna

Man a train couldn't stop ya man

I man up and you not a man

I stand up, say I got my land

I'm the man of my land

Call it lil-weezy-ana

Thats the new plan

[Baby talkin]

Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga

Thats the only way

Dumb shit we bout that get at me

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

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