[Lil Wayne] Yeah, uh, let’s get fucked up On the road to riches, you’re just a speed bump Funny how that heater make a nigga freeze up We smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches I’m going at your neck, strangle you bitches Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches And I stay burned out like a bad transmission I’m on, like the lights I lights up the Kush Knocked out, Tyson fight I’m talking about ass and titties Sex in the City Weezy F Baby and the F is for Forget it I’m loving my shine, sipping on fine wine Up and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein Young Money motherfucker, yeah we picked a fine time I’mma 17 nigga, bitch I don’t mind dyin’ Man, I just ended up on every bitch sex list Genie in the bottle, get a motherfuckin’ death wish Thugga in this bitch, he say: “fuck y’all niggas” Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga Let Nina bust in your face like a porn star nigga Yeah I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo The shit I’m on got the world moving in slow-mo Man, I told Mack I was gon’ do it Above the law, but under the influence Man, I was on my skateboard Kick Push swagger, got my girl to the room Got behind her like a shadow I had her ass up in the air I swear I got-I swear I got the largest clip up in the world Right here in my Gat Yeah, and I wish a nigga play I’mma bust a nigga ass Hate Young Money? then fuck you in the ass 187, and a hockey mask haha YMCMB gon’ ball till we fall And it’s fuck all y’all, haha Ball til we fall And it’s fuck all y’all We straight, sorry for the waitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
