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Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne

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Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
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Yea shorty,
you know what I'm talking bout'
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I peep these niggas out here they slipping
like they ain't bout
Money no more man,
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so what fuck
You know what we goin' do ha?
What we been doing, huh, nigga
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We goin' load up,
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get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
Keep fucking hoes
Loading up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying,
we goin' get greedy too, nigga
I ain't never gettin' full,
I'm full blooded with this grind
Verse 2
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I got it, I got it
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Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
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If the elements don't murder
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you the riders will for real
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And niggas know I goes
hard to the fullest
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Get involved and I got' em' playing
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dodge ball with bullets, Yeah
I got the sawed off fully,
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in the Sean John hoody
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Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't
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looking and them body shots hurt
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But the head shots took him
Damn
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And if the red dot spot him then
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the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom,
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jack, yeah
You see me grind from the bottom
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just to make it to the bottom
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At the very bottom of the map
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Louisiana piranhas everywhere you at
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You gotta wear a extra
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condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for
acting like a man
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Them niggas in Pakistan ain't
packin' like ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
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In front of niggas he cool
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with the boys on fam
I'm on, I adjust in different climates
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Ducking the animal keep on
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running with my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like
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in 5 states
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Weezy hustle, no blubber, I put on weight
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And in a drought I go on a
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diet and stretch more
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Loose all that weight,
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leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a
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nigga chest paw, sub par
What the fuck they play it
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in the club for?
Real shit I'm ducking
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bombs from a drug war
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No religion but the cops swear
that I'm a drug lord
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Father forgive 'em for they no
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not who they pushing, Lord
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Father forgive me if I have
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to send them to ya, Lord
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I'm just trying to dodge the
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shots they send to the god
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They riding up highway to
heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggas pussy and jive
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Not even in an eye exam,
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they ain't looking for "I"
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The A and the K will make ya
face crook to the side
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Now when you smiling everybody
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gotta look from the side
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'Cause when you wilding you ain't looking,
you just looking high
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And when we hungry you look like pie
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Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue,
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apple custard, cherry jelly
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Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
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Real shit nigga same father
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different mother, yep
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I skip the fronting and
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sticks to keeping it trill
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You not know me for nothing other I'm something other than people you feel,
I'm deeper for real
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I'm deeper than skills,
my speeches can kill
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Rest in peace
Verse 3
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Yeah, you under- dig, 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
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Or der bitch, ya under- dig
Put ya prints in nigga
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Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the
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concrete and let's roll
Verse 4
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Hey, hey
You sleep in a field for trying the dude
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I bust ya head until the meat
turns ya mind to food
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Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
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I lie his body in grease set fire to him
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I tie his body in sheets,
put the tires to him
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Make him feel the Escalade,
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put his feet in the blades, damn!
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I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep
They ways when I'm in the
streets with Blake
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Watch, my nigga hungry,
he'll eat the plate
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And if I ask,
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the homeboy will eat'chaface, yea
And though he got me,
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you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
My side pocket sideways
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When I pop it leave a nigga sideways
For five days
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Birdman talk to 'em
Verse 5
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Yeah nigga, I tell 'em,
I tell em' again, shorty
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If it ain't about no money get the
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motherfuck from 'round us, nigga
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Hey, hey
Verse 6
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Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
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You play hard in the
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gravel like ground dog
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I'm underground call me groundhog
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Lay down logs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law,
nah but just confuse me with my paw
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Because I am the Birdman J- R
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I ain't tripping nigga,
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I play the corner like Ripkin, nigga
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With the 40 cal Ripkin, nigga, rip a nigga
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Flip ya vehicle, split ya windshield
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Wack ya baby momma
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but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still,
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'cause the lil' nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then
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come on and get killed
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The Sig peel bandannas
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like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow
a weekend in Havana
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In my cabana
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With my bottom bitch from savanna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
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I man up and you not a man
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I stand up, say I got my land
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I'm the man of my land
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Call it Lil- Weezy- ana
That's the new plan
Verse 7
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Yeah nigga, you 'bout some
money get at me nigga
That's the only way
Dumb shit, we 'bout that,
get at me, yeah under- dig?
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

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