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This is...This is |
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This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy ****** Baby |
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And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me |
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Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami |
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We got a bunch of *******, we pile em in the phantom |
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They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club |
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I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to ******* |
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It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch |
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Now you can swallow that or you can suck a ************ |
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Okay, tell me ************t, Lil Wayne ******* a ************ |
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Lil' *******, big money, big gun full of that ************t |
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******* I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince |
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******* I'm a young king, ******* I'm a Bun B |
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Yup, I go hard, ask my broad |
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Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see) |
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The rest goes without me having to say |
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I say, go, go, go, go (DJ) |
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[Chorus: Paul Wall] |
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Holla at me, What it do, What it is |
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You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby) |
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I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live |
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Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby) |
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I'm a monster, I do it real big |
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You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby) |
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You can see me from a far I'm the ************t |
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Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do) |
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[Paul Wall] |
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It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker |
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Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka |
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Lone star beast straight up out the H |
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Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste |
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I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass |
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Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass |
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Gettin cash is my number one task |
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Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class |
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I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya |
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Leave a ************ back all nutty like Almond Joy |
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My boy Toy I E got to sleep |
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And we got to see and who got the freaks? |
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Beat it up like an ass whipping |
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The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing |
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But I ain't trippin, I'm trill |
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That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one |
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A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby |
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[Chorus] |
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[Fat Joe] |
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Nah homie, you done got it ****** up |
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You ain't got as much money as us (Nope) |
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We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on |
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and he's pu************ng something far and it's ****** |
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Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast |
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And the chopper come out of the stash |
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Yeah money ain't jewels mother******* you lose |
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I'll make you do the ******* Sean Comb dance (Follow me now) |
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Who wanna come test the kid |
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Have your baby mama bless the team |
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************t, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that |
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She a mother****** sex machine, Holla at me baby |
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[Chorus] |
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[Rick Ross] |
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Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low |
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Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes |
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Dade County, represent, ****boy ever since |
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Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president |
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Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips |
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Off set rims on a rear six inch lips |
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Started on the benches, rose through the trenches |
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Now I'm the ************t ************, go and check your senses |
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Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys |
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Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese |
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Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that |
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Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall |
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[Chorus] |
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[Pitbull] |
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It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A |
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Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day |
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I owe my future to |
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Last name Campbell, first name Luther |
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The gun ************ne stayed, well that shoulda |
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Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is |
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Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick? |
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That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south |
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We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt |
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Harlas and priests |
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These boys dirty, they'll ******* your mother, sister, daughter and nieces |
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Oye da loca, mueve a la carada, oye da loca, even la meraya (?) |
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[Chorus] |
