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Lyrics: [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 f*** 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 f*** em' Nigga Keep f***in hoes Loadin up on mo' bi***es 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 I GOT IT [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Murder Capitol, 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 hoodie Get f***ed ya play p**** We hit em' up while 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 yea You see me grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lou-weezy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at You gotta wear a extra condom and a extra gat You bi*** 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 fan I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates, stuck in a 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 pause up paw what the f*** they play it in the club for ? Real sh** I'm duckin bombs from a drug war, no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug law 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 god They riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggaz p**** 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 biscuit buster What up gizzle you my distant brother Real sh** nigga same father different mother, yep I skips the frontin and sticks to keepin it trill You not know me for nothing other i'm somethin 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 f*** with us, if you ain't bout money get the f*** from round us nigga And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya Order bi***, 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 tha heati and tha blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with 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 f*** 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 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 glock 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 gabana with my bottom bi*** 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 sh** we bout that get at me Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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