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(Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)) |
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Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) |
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Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) |
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Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) |
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You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) |
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Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) |
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That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) |
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Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) |
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It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) |
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Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy) |
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Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) |
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Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) |
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And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) |
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Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) |
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Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) |
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Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) |
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'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy) |
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Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies |
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I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes |
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I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes |
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All the niggas on the block that got that work to move |
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(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne) |
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It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South |
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Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out |
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Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say |
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Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth |
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The hood still ain't got over the drout |
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So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house |
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Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house |
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I'm a boss man, I watch over the South |
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Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini) |
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Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family |
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My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp |
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Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey |
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You know we only, keepin it gangsta |
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Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber |
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All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy |
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This shit is over somebody cue me |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 2 - Lil Wayne) |
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You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man |
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Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me |
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Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man |
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I played on Martin, call me hustle, man |
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And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man |
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But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder |
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That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water |
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How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or |
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High with water, how do you want it man |
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Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun |
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I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road |
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For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son |
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That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned |
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(Chorus) |
