Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Boo)
Mixtape: Dedication 4
Year: 2012
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[Intro – Lil Wayne]
Ay, what’s up with y’all niggers?
Hahahaha
Yeah
Haha
Ay, where you at Scoob nigger? Huh?
[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Now there’s a couple married bitches in the building, fuck them
I get them out, I get that pussy, the end
I see you niggas got no life, Sixth Sense
She said she wanna fuck my brains out
But she gonna have to suck this dick first, preach
Fucking right, I’m geeked
She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
I told that bitch she got good seats
Man, these niggas softer than fleece
2D niggas and they obliques
You talked that shit, I knock you out
Now go ahead and talk in your sleep
Yeah, bitch you know the motto
It’s Young Money over hoes
Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinocchio
Gettin’ to the money, now the money getting to me
She say my ver-dick is hung like a jury, uh
I’m on the track, DOA, some of these niggas be DEA
Money tall, NBA, broke niggas, SMH
Hit it like Canseco while she tell you: “no way, Jose”
I got a O of that white, what you call that? O KKK
Every night I go hard, she blow me like Boston George
She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy, 3 car garage
These niggas is false alarms, they don’t mean no fuckin’ harm
Hey baby let’s make a porn, bom-bom, devil horns
Uh, you know that I ain’t got no ceilings
The money changed me, I’m making chameleons
Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen
And tell them alphabet boys it’s a “G” thing
I’ve got the street sweeper, do you need your street cleaned?
Young Money bitch, we colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared motherfucker go to church
Preach, security breach
I’m on that grass harder than cleats
I’m on that gas and y’all on E
Nigga my cash out of your reach
I run shit like the Reverend
She get on her knees and pray to this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings, church
[Verse 2 – Boo]
Nosca Lionchess
Yeah, it’s just a way of life
Yo Lil Tunechi
Uh, I bought my mama a crib, bought my daddy a car
Let ’em both meet Tune, now they think I’m a star
Damn I love this life, wouldn’t trade it for nothing
Most these rappers is falling cause they ain’t standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talking
Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say “church” when that pussy get purchased
Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous
Naw good ain’t good enough and my hood, hood as fuck
I be praying for them shawty’s tryna get their dollars up
Swag so dope, you probably think I’m dealin’
And I only get head if baby girl swallow children
Boo ain’t got a Ghost, but bitches still catch the Holy Ghost
She wanna get high, I hit her with that overdose
Pimpin’ so cold, put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign, we don’t do 100 spokes
When broke niggas talk, that’s 100 jokes
Ha! Laughing at you fuck-boys
Skate gear, I’m a truck boy
My trucks right, I don’t give a fuck boy
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