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Lil Wayne
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Stuntin'
Dramatic nigga
Well, alright, here I go I'm a rapper turned singer and you can tell that he smoke But I don't need my vocal chords, all I hit is C notes N E R D flow, I spaz if I'm provoked I'm about to change the fuckin' game, pass the remote
Money is everything and it's every other thing I'm part of the choir, it's the motto that my brotha sang Cash is the right now, women are the post game Money over bitches dot com, check the domain
It's comin' too soon, album on the way People ask me if I pray, I say yup once in the blue moon Oops, I mean a red moon, I did it again to 'em Let me leave a station for your blood affiliation
I say heavy metaphors, flow so overweight I can rap around these other youngin's like a cobra snake Frost bite drizzy nigga, nobody as cold as Drake Keep your ass in line, don't be tryin' to roller skate
Fuck all the discreet shit, I get on some deep shit I am twenty one, tell me who do I compete with I'm on my elite shit, you can tell I'm real 'Cause I'm getting hood lovin', I ain't even talkin' street shit
Young angel, young lyin' and I'm done tryin' I'm just doin', who's drinkin 'cause I'm buyin' It's on me, everything is on me And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' John B
And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit I just listen back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet This is for all the stripper 'cause I know that they gonna bump it Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it
Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year Tax brackets and back and forth faxes My money comin' full circle, get up on my axis
Maybe I'ma kill 'em only 'cause I promised They think I'm being cocky but I'm only being honest I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose And I never party unless I got some bottles in the booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this I'm just having patience 'cause I want it to make sense White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit Drop a fo' in it and appreciate the greatness
Gangsta Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I just want y'all to remember That this is the first mixtape you bump while you have a black president
Yeah, pass the dro', I am such a beast and you ask them hoes And they might even say you should leave me alone They're only scared 'cause it's just like me Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy Just like Shaggy, I thought that 'Boombastic'
I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls And yes, I'm falling but up I fall And if ya bitch in heat, she can fuck my dog
I went from penny pension to private planes Never sat on any benches, I got in games Starter Carter ball harder Ten girls, penthouse suit y'all order
Whatever y'all please, wine crackers and cheese They take off their clothes and put on my tease This supplement I'm taking got me feeling mighty My gun and money, don't split call that shit Siamese
Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze Cheap ass apartment, just the kitchen I need And eighteen G's is why the chicken crossed the street
What you know about it? My niggas so about it If we kill everybody, they can't go to court about it Weezy I ignore the liars, baby I ignite the fire I am Michael, Michael Myers, leave my body in the dryer
Got the shawty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me I'm a bad boy obviously, pop one at your Ivy League I don't have a rivalry if so you will have a casualty Oops, I meant a casualty, oops, I meant catastrophe Oops, I meant actually you niggas is just ass to me And big wet pussy is more like what I'm lathering
Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying Or I hang ya on the wall like an art gallery You got short salary and I got long money I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch
Gangsta See I told y'all it'll be well worth the wait, right? Dedication 3, Chris fuck with me C'mon it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about Thanks for sure
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