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(Lil Wayne talking) |
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Uh-oh, uh-oh |
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You know how we do it |
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Weezy and Petey, baby |
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Ya'know |
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This here is 500 Degreez |
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Holla at 'em dogg |
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(Petey Pablo) |
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Cuz I know I ain't dreaming |
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I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy |
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Switching it up |
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Fuck it put them things on the truck |
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What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up |
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Hating me kinky licks talking so much |
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Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking |
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You want to |
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You ain't built to squabble with us |
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I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus |
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I drink your water up |
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Cool off I'm leaving with something |
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They leaving you something crop stolen |
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An asshole heard it |
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Hip on purpose |
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Dre I did what you told me |
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I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working |
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Keep me a burner |
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Poison that I grab in the morning |
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Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth |
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A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated |
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I keep waiting |
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I hear your name in the papers |
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(Hook)(Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo) |
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They call me young as Weezy |
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I'm gon round up the whole uptown |
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We gon burn this bitch down to the ground |
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People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers |
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Crazy-ass Petey |
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I'ma tell a nigga just like this |
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If you want it boy you sure can get it |
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You ain't heard |
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It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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They call me gangsta gangsta |
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Weezy, Weezy |
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Lil Birdman junior |
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Holla at ya nigga |
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I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga |
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I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga |
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Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz |
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You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga |
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And I'm so high |
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No I'm too high |
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But a little work on a few blocks |
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And I put a few skirts on a few blocks |
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If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box |
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Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie |
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I hold Cash Money myself it's me money |
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Old cats wants to test come see shortie |
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I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it |
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I riding in a 'Rarri where the top is in my pocket |
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That's young Weezy baby |
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(Hook) |
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(Lil Wayne) |
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You see it's young Wayne |
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Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain |
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He is crazy deranged |
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Put them blades on his thing |
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Just like 80 to summer |
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So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something |
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So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something |
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Like, Weezy's the man |
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If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan |
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Cuz he's 500 Degreez |
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I need a fan, whew |
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Cool me off wipe me down |
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Daddy is back in town |
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With the back of my Caddy slanted down |
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And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around |
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Put some hash in that grass that you pass around |
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Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds |
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I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down |
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You can ask around |
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And they tell you like me |
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There ain't nobody like me |
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It's Weezy baby |
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(Hook) |
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(Lil Wayne talking) |
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Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga |
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Don't get it tangled and twisted |
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I'm in the studio right now nigga |
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With my boy |
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My nigga Boo in this bitch |
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My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean |
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500 Degreez |
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They all riding with ya boy |
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Fi-Fi |
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They gotta feel me |
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Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner |
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You know the name, bitch |
