[Intro - Lil Wayne] This motherfuckin’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and shit Word to God Hov fuck with ya boy C5
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Okay nigga I got ‘em, point ‘em out and I got ‘em Let ‘em get a lil’ buzz, then we rob ‘em for pollen We ain’t killin’ no minors, you niggas still in the minus And your bitch we gon’ blind her, can’t pick us out of the lineup I swear Lord knows I murk one of these niggas Shoot you in your earth and get earthworms on me nigga I been did my time, I’m getting better with time But real niggas don’t whine, we’ll burn down your vineyard I been ballin’ since cornrows, still duckin’ the narcos My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I’m a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah Blessings on top of sins, restin’ with topless twins Picture me broke, but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant I’m with Slim, wrestlin’ with lobster limbs Talkin’ about some M’s, it’s soundin’ like gospel hymns Yes Lord
[Interlude - Lil Wayne] Ele yeah, yeah We on that D’usse, me and my nigga Euro Tina Turn Up in this bitch We got Lauryn in this bitch Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky Steph in this bitch Ya dig? What’s up Brandon? Lego
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace lil’ Kevin Rest in peace lil’ Beezy, rest in peace big Sausage The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark, fuck them shellfish Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis Nigga please, pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put it on everything I’mma give that fuckin’ woman everything, everything Here we go, bitch I’m cool, Coolio She say: “Tune, do me slow” How many fish did Hootie blow? I don’t know, fuck who knows? I got a red-bone with two goals And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that bitch gon’ need a new nose I ain’t got time for you hoes Shit I only have two goals And that is “get money, get money” Now I’m ridin’ ’round the city with the top off the Maybach Lookin for a motherfuckin’ spot we can skate at Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce to the 28 grams Yeah, I ain’t stuntin’ these niggas Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas Wayne-chong bitch, more than one bitch This for my niggas, we shall overcome bitch From New Orleans, niggas dyin’ over dumb shit You know we give the pastor hell, make a nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, fuck bitches, kill niggas and smoke weed I’m married to this real shit and I’m a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood That .44 ain’t no good You better bring that chopper Cause we gon’ have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood That .45 ain’t no good You better bring the choppers Cause we gon’ have them choppers nigga We gon’ have them choppers We gon’ have them choppers You better bring the choppers Cause we gon’ have them choppers, yeah We gon’ have them choppers We gon’ have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gon’ have them choppers nigga Mula
[Outro - Lil Wayne] My nigga Hood in this bitch Still on that D’usse Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil’ brother He just passed out in the club the other night off that D’usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin’ about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That’s some Young Money shit Soo woo to the B gang Rest in peace Cedar FroggTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
