[Lil Wayne] Uh, I got Young Money up, and now I got my feet up Tune in this bitch tell my niggas throw them B’s up Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want Real niggas fuck with me and I don’t give a fuck who don’t Lock the CEO up, and I’m the CEO fuck Prison in February and I ain’t in no rush Drink till I throw up, nigga roll more blunts Ball so hard man I got to go pro once Hit them with the shot gun, call that shit the stop button Call me Doctor Carter, AKA young wild nigga AKA no trial nigga, AK click clack bawl nigga Fucking with the kid and you’ll be missing like Bilal nigga Yeah haha, swagger stupid Pack a Uzi, hundred clips nigga That’s a movie, aim at your toupee You sweet as Kool-Aid, crème Brule I’m sharp as blue-ray, I fuck her today Then she got to skate, Young Lupe I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher I keep them tools on me, get the screw face Flowers for the dead, here’s a bouquet LV’s nigga, on every suitcase YM nigga, it’s a new day We the champions, nigga hoo-ray Yeah, hammer in the Louie duff Take a nigga bitch she gave me brains until I knew enough Bullet come too fast to adjust I don’t give a fuck about my roof that much So I put it in a trunk and then the Coupe sped up Take the Chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up I’m Weezy F and the F is for flame Eat these rappers chef of the game Shit on the track, shit on the train Murder the beat, the beat was slain Rest in peace, that’s a shame, he kill anybody song Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome No homo you rock and roll, rest in peace my Styrofoam Now they won’t know what I be on Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone Big money my pockets long, New Orleans I got my home And they got my back pause, no homo, no maricon Smoking on that private grown, it put me where I belong All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella, provolone Fuck her for an hour long, let her take a shower, gone Sorry baby but I’m in my ‘I don’t want be bothered zone’ Yeaahh, you’re a groupie, get on your duty Two women give me head, call that two faced Bitch I’m too great Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday Uh, ai-ain’t no nigga like me What’s up to my gang, big B’s like a Breitling Take a nigga bitch she ride my dick like she cycling Then she can’t walk, run, or jump like white men Uh, fu-fuck you niggas want do No Ceilings let the bullets rain on you Weezy F, the F is for fuck what you going to do Make you people mourn you Haha, okay let’s do itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
