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[Lil Wayne]

Who that, Weezy Bitch

Like Sigel, you f**kin with the young don, people

Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel

Muh'f**kas better be peaceful, fo' sheeeezle

I get sums in lumps, like measles

SUCK My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures

I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you

And for that cheedar, hungry niggaz'll eat you

We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes

Bitches yell I wanna do those guys

Ain't that cold, you know shit f**ked up when you got banked at fo'

I'm 19 and I got banked at O

That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls

But the price on that muthaf**ka ain't that low

Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo'

If your f**kin with the dude

Big shot from cash money records, f**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

[Mannie Fresh]

Chains, knives, guns that's us

The slogan is "we will bust"

The rules our this our size

Cross a young nigga and you will die

Pumps, ride guns, even 25's

Cash Money got this, don't even try it

Stay where you from, don't bring no static

If not, then semi-automatic

This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back

f**k you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at

What's beef, beef is when you f**k with us

Guaranteed to lay yo' ass up under the bus

There's no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga

That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger

There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina

Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

[Baby]

Fo' sho' nigga

I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit

If a nigga don't like it they can suck my pickle

I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari

Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow

f**k a cutless, regals, and rams V-12

Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams

Got a big ass crib with a flow lil f**k

Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up

Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth

Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room

Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall

Jaguar floors and f**k all yall

BMW lights, projectors to watch fights

Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads

Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy

I don't give a f**k homie, that's how I play it

Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs

In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs

From me, Fresh, and Weezy f**k what they say

I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

f**k you, f**k you nigga, muthaf**k you

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