[Lil Wayne] We catch a body and we laugh about it I fucked her friend, I don’t feel bad about it Grindin’ is agonizing, but it’s gratifying Skinny tires on a salad diet Ooh, I lost my mind, I’m like fuck everybody Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies Yeah, I fuck so long it feel like exercising I test the lyin’ before testifying All I got is hitters in my squad I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that’s a real deadline Zero fucks given I make her come to the condo butt naked Cause bitch ain’t no stealin’ She still come visit, she don’t wanna leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said: “I get it” I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches And this AK is not for decoration Fuck-boys give me the heebie-jeebies I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages Hey, if she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude Then ooh baby you got my full attention Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage Open your nose, I put some sugar in it I don’t fuck around with them fuck-arounds I might fuck around and catch a body I got some niggas that will hunt you down And catch you slippin’ like you playin’ hockey Woo, we catch a body and we laugh about it I fuck her friend, I don’t feel bad about it Money and drugs, I’m talkin’ math and science Ooh, skinny tires on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body Make sure he dead before we leave, my nigga grab his wallet Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers I told Obama: “fuck with me, you know I got it” Slime, you need to fuck with me you know I got it I know somebody that know somebody Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin’ It’s agonizing, but it’s gratifying Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed, it just take a head nod Want you dead by tonight, that’s a real deadline Hold up, you ain’t got no hitters in your squad I could get you killed, that’s my real day job I’m a crime of passion, I’m a fuckin’ hate crime Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile I’m the motherfuckin’ man, Scarface, Facemob Pockets lookin’ like the Blob, chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherfuckin’ egg till I see egg nog My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? Cause we gon’ throw ‘em up and we gon’ give ‘em hang time I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time That’s that James Brown, and that’s that James Bond We catch a body and we laugh about it It’s catastrophic, but we glamorize it It’s agonizin’, but it’s gratifyin’ Skinny tires on a salad diet Ooh, Chopper leave you with a half a body No hesitation, no stall like the bathroom crowded Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me Triple A, astronomic and atomic Tunechi And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait And I’m so sorry for the wait YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
