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Lil Wayne
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Black Republican
Now this is what they've been waiting for Ya dig, Santana, Weezy F. Ay Wayne, what up man? What you been workin' on nigga?
Oh you know, I got Currency's new album And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off And drop my next album too nigga That's what it is
But dig this, they wanna know What we been workin' on together That's that 'I can't feel my face shit' they know that So if they ever thought the South And the North was gonna collide Guess what, we already did
I'm feelin' like a black Republican Naw, I can't call it More like a black democrat runnin' 'em out of office Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on ya I protect my land like a farmer Pockets stay chubby like Tikara Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra Y'all washed up like money that's laundered Y'all funny, I'm bonkers Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
Rock star, flier than an ostrich And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass I shall shine forever, never tarnish Money buried behind my house like a garden
All green, my bank account's like a forest I can't feel my face is gettin' started And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me And chicks I get 'em high Higher than turbulence is Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim Ai, now all y'all listen If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen
I feel like a black Republican Tote a MAC'n Republican Act so southern n' die for my brethren
Money, money, money Like money Mac and publishing One life to live, never ask for a mulligan Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant
Been done, had cake day late like Anne Sullivan Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politic But I get all in her mouth like parlithins
New always represent it to the inner Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep Pick a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be
And we wanna let the world know This is not a diss song either people We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig Recognize or step aside, ya dig
We let the music talk, Draught 3 And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back It's Weezy!
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'Cause you can't face yourself Assholes, DipSet for life Cash Money, whaddup Young Money
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