Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat €uro, Mack Maine & Jae Millz)
Mixtape: Dedication 5
Year: 2013
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[Intro – €uro]
Yeah
It’s €uro nigga
Haha
D5
Uhh…
[Verse 1 – €uro]
I’m that Dominican nigga yo’ bitch be talking ’bout
I’m in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection, of my hoe collection
YMCMB, no autocorrection
I said fuck all y’all niggas, except my niggas
Security don’t check my niggas, all y’all niggas gon’ respect my niggas
Either that or get a whack, or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y’all, with y’all cause she never met a big dog till she met my niggas
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you’ll never get around
Old hoes thinking I’mma put ’em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I’mma put ’em all down
Hoes been broke, who’s rich now?
I ain’t never had change, why switch now?
Money talks nigga, I ain’t never heard shit
Till y’all heard me spit, now where the king lie?
Got a mojo with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load, don’t know it’s a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that’s a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a bug sipping Romo
Ah, no love for the po-po’s
Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though, I’mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Nigga work
[Bridge – Mack Maine]
Yeah €uro
What up? It’s Mack the fortune teller
The nigga that put y’all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga, predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers?
Holla at me nigga, I got you
[Verse 2 – Jae Millz]
Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K, no Nino
Word to Martin, I’m cold with this Tommy
Buck shots like Pam, make a nigga say “damn Gina”
Millzy, money don’t mean nothing
My youngin’ will kill you for some sneakers
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the end-zone and they in bleachers, cheerleaders
We ain’t worried ’bout nothing’, nothin’
Nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck ’em
Get ’em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA
Little nigga no discussion
Boy I’ll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y’all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns, they go over the should dog
My team strapped, no overalls
So please don’t make me do it, got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua
We light up the weed then we fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers
Put racks on your head, now you sleep in the sewer
I’m not from this era that beef on computers
But boy if it’s war then all we coming after ya
Sledge hammer smashin’ your somethin’ like Gallagher
Shots in your Challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin’ your girl then I’m passing her
Jae Millz ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Young Money ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
D5
We ain’t worried ’bout ‘nothin (Young Money)
Nigga we ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ (not a thing)
Nigga we ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
D5
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