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[Lil Wayne]The fuck nigga, them fucks niggaMy blunt bigger than these lil' niggasKeep stuntin' with your bitch assYou'll get jacked and Jilled niggaFuck wrong with these sissy niggas?I'm smoking that Bill Bixby niggaI'm spendin' money, spendin' moneyBen Franklin dizzy niggaYour bitch on my dick, I told her I was busyShe say: ?Wayne on me, Wayne on me?cause yo' ass need drizzlin'That pussy came gift-wrapped, bow and a ribbonAnd if she bounce that ass, then I'm dribblin'That pussy so wet, it turned to a gremlinThere's only one me, ain't no equivalentShe give me brain, brain like triviaI got a black bitch and a red bitch, I call them hoes Aunt VivianUh, choppa knock your face off, black shades, Ray CharlesI be killing them hoes, I got your hoe up in my graveyardI ain't working with a full deck, but I pull out that Ace cardShe grab that dick with 2 hands like she about to pray for itClips hanging, no curfewFuck you and who birthed youI'm shining like church shoesBirdman Jr., y'all bird foodI'm 'bout it, I said I'm about to cumShe opened her mouth, water fountainWhen I'm on the scene I'm on that lean, bitch I'm drowsyMan I'm so high, I don't know what I'm laughing 'boutI got bars nigga, and it's happy hourUh, riding around with them choppa's, not them Nina'sRiding with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly, hahaBitch I put my foot in your ass, karateMan these niggas can't see me like a diarySmoke that weed, let's get irieNina shut up, that bitch got her silencedTop of the gun, there is a scopeI close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck itTRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi Li big nutsI'm getting my dick sucked, I blow weed like it's dustUhh, space head, love pussy, hate fedsJust bought my girl a Ferrari SpiderTold her drive it like it got 8 legsI'm a made nigga, MachiavelliThat MAC-11 necessaryI'm a hard head, I pop the cherryNo pussy, no rats, no Tom and JerryThey say your friends are your enemies?Well my friends are imaginaryI'm the motherfuckin' resolution like the 1st of JanuaryMy ride cold and my bitch hotI'm tired as hell, but my dick notI don't gas no bitch, no pit stopSmoke Barney and Baby BopY'all niggas act like lady copsMy niggas smoke like coffee shopsThat's syrup gang, Waffle HouseGunfight, I'll knock you outMy bitch titties is poppin' outWe poppin' up and we get it poppin'Mask on, gloves on like Mickey MouseClips stickin' out like Nicki assSmoking on that sticky bagWeezy F, I'm big and badSmall feet, but I kick ya assI'm the trigger man and that shooting starEat that pussy like caviarShe treat that dick just like a strawHow you like them apples? Micro soft, now wipe it offI do LIV on Sunday's, churchStep off in that motherfucker fresher than some CertsUh, who the fuck is Stevie J?I got the ball, playing keep-awayKidnap your ass, kill your assThen hide your ass like an Easter eggIt's Hollygrove to my deathbedJust make sure my pillow's fluffedHit a nigga with a million shotsWhat you call that? A million bucksGood weed, we pass aroundMoney talks, mine got a nasty mouthIt's Young Money, Cash MoneyTill the motherfuckin' day I'm cashin' outTunechiRide around with them choppa's, not them Nina'sYour bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greenerAnd if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver@LilTunechi, follow the leader bitch?Oh yeah, Dedication 4 hoe
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