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(feat. Lil' Wayne) [Chorus x2: Baby] |
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Shit, we tryin' to get it all together |
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And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga |
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And homie you get the money and the power |
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Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin' [Weezy] |
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I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think |
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But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank |
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And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink |
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On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink |
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Like a Russian |
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I'll rullet the bullet |
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Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet |
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I'm a Cash |
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Money brother a lover of money |
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Yea the tommy is showin' but the hunger is growin' |
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What part cha' don't understand |
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What you ain't know |
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I'm like Kobe |
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You niggaz can't check me go head |
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Bowens And |
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I never left the team cause |
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I'm catchin' every pass |
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Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head |
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Owens yea |
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Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass |
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Squlou and |
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Big Whop make show he don't last |
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And young |
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Wayne do song about the story |
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With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga [Chorus] [Baby] |
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Look, a ticket here and a ticket there |
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And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here |
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Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga |
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We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga |
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It's Stunna |
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Island biggest baler in the city |
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The Range |
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Rover rally strip on them 26's |
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Gucci down when the |
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Birdman in ya' town |
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We blow out the pound rollin' through |
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Uptown Canary yellow |
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Cash Money iced out piece |
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Like father, like son we beasts on these streets |
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Well let me bring you back to 1993 |
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Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3 |
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We got big, we grinded in them city streets |
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And three left and they all tryin' na beef me |
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There's one |
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Birdman and one |
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J.R We neighborhood superstars mother **** y'all [Chorus] [Weezy] |
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Murcing every murderer |
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In the garden |
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I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up |
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And in the |
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Carter we still workin' with that work for ya' |
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I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word |
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Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve |
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Dang, -is on the curve |
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The fed's walkin' so |
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I'm talking with slurge |
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And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird |
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We find out where you stay and we mark your turf |
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Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first |
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Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers |
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She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah |
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See we murderers but do it like gangsta |
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We really never show it but everybody know it |
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And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow |
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While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man [Chorus] |