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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] |
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Tell me something I don't know |
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I'm flexing on 'em like torsos |
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These *****s slipping like bar soap |
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These *****s listening use Morse code |
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Boy a ***** sipping like parched throat |
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(Clears throat) Excuse me |
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These *****s talking that beef *******t |
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We'll check into it like the room cheap |
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And all we sell is the greatest feeling on Earth |
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They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork |
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Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court |
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Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord |
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My ***** order like twenty bricks, I sent five bricks with four chicks |
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Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in |
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Miss Snow White we snowed in, ***** miss me with that whole *******t |
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Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with |
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Kill everybody you close with, Just don’t stick your nose in |
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My bull*******t cause I close it like a clothespin |
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The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in |
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If anyone in that car live, you tell that ***** I owe him |
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Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder |
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And my eyesight a lil' blurry but it's stayin' on my quota |
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And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over |
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***** you make that bed, you lay in that bed |
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Or get that ******* made over |
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Tunechi |
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[Hook] |
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You so crazy, Tunechi |
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You so crazy, ******* |
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I know, I know, I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know, I know |
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I know, I know, I know, I know |
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They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi |
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You so cray, ******* |
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[Verse 2] |
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Tell me something I don’t know, I’ll tell you something I do know |
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Like money drugs ******* guns, *****s call me mucho |
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Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Chuco |
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We’ll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast |
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Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don’t get too close |
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To that new ***** with my old hoes, kudos |
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For my *****s on Rikers Island back there playing Uno |
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Getting swole like Popeye for *****s walking around like Bruno |
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I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points |
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A.K to your face, knock half off like coupons |
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Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys |
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Tell the cops we don’t name drop that's like dropping newborns |
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***** you crazy |
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[Interlude] |
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You so crazy, Tunechi |
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These hoes made me |
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***** tell me somethin' I don't know |
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[Verse 3] |
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Like where the ***** did my heart go, and show me something I haven’t seen |
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And give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream |
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And take me to where I’ve never been, but not to where I’ll never be |
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And I ain’t never scared but I’m scared of me, me versus me I need a referee |
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Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy |
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***** deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned |
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To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine |
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These *****s sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 4] |
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Tell me something I don’t know, like what happened to hard coke |
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You can call me Eddie cause I stay ready,my family call me Eduardo |
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I’m music to these ******* ears I hit that ass like the wrong note |
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My ******* bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes |
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You can find me prancing in the finest mansion |
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With the finest dancer with a height advantage |
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She want ******* pills and *******, liquor and ******* she gotta micro manage |
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I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads |
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With some diced up carrots, I just like a challenge |
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Psychopathic, so psychopathic, ***** give me credit... on my balance |
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Lil Tunechi |
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Stand up *****s |
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And I bump my head when I stand up) |