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[Baby talking]

Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin about

I'm peepin these niggaz out there slippin lookin like

they ain't 'bout money no mo' man. So uh f**k

you know what we gon do huh? What we been doin ha nigga

We gon load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say f**k em nigga

Keep buyin shit, keep f**kin hoes. Loadin up on mo' bitches

Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon get greedy too nigga

I ain't neva gettin full. I'm full blooded wit this grind

Yeah they don't understand lil nigga!

(I got it..I got it)

(Lil Wayne verse)

On the capitol only key to survive is kill

If the elements don't murder you the ridaz will Fa real

And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest

Get involved and I got em playin dodgeball wit bullets

Yeah, I got the sawed off fully in the Sean John hoody

Get f**ked you play pus-sy

Ha! We hit em up while they lookin

And them body shots hooked

But the head shots took him

Damn! And if the red dot spot em then the hollow head got em

Knock his temp to his bottom jack!

Yeah! You see we grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottom

At the very bottom of the map

Lilweeziana piranas everywhere you at

You gotta wear a extra condom and a extra gat

Ya bitch gon get it fa actin like a man

And niggaz in Pakistan are packin like ya man

I back this hand ya man on command

In front of niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot I adjust in different climates

Duckin the animal keep on runnin wit my primates

You ain't did it till you done it like in five states

Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight

And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more

Lose all that weight leave a nigga wit stretch marks

You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par

What the f**k they play it in the club for

Real shit I'm duckin bombs from a drug war

No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord

Father forgive em for they know not who they pushin Lord

Father forgive me if I have to send em to ya Lord

I'm just tryin dodge the shots they send to the God

They ridin up highway to heaven blvd. (f**k em)

Damn! Them niggaz pussy and jive not even in a eye exam they ain't lookin for I

The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side

Now when you smilin everybody gotta look from the side

Cause when you wildin you ain't lookin you just lookin high

And when we hungry you look like pie

Sweet potato ass nigga you lemon merengue apple custard

Cherry jelly don't make me get the bisuit busta Yea!

What up Gizzle you my distant brotha

Real shit nigga same father different mother

I skip the frontin and stick to keepin it trill

You not know me fa nothin other I'm somethin other

Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skillz

My speeches can kill Rest in peace

[Baby talking]

Yeah! You undadig shawty it's all about one thang nigga

If you bout money nigga come f**k wit us

If you ain't bout no money get the f**k from 'round us nigga

And whateva you bout we bout it

Howeva you wanna get we can give it to ya nigga

All runnaz bitch. Ya undadig put ya prints in nigga

Put ya feet down and ya nutz on the concrete and lets roll

(Let me get it back Aye. Aye.)

(Lil Wayne verse)

You sleep in the field fa tryin the dude

I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food

Food fa thought think I ain't lyin to you

I lye his body in grease set fire to em

I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em

Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blaades

Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze

And niggaz keep they wayz when I'm in the streets wit blake What!

My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate

And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face Yea!

And though he got me you can ask I'm like a pool table..I keep the eight (laughing)

My side pocket side ways

When I pop it leave a nigga sideways fa five days

Birdman talk to em

[Baby talking]

Yeah nigga. I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty

if it ain't bout no money get and fall the f**k from 'round me nigga

(f**k dat I'm comin back man. Aye. Aye.)

(Lil Wayne verse)

Check my swagg I travel like sound dawg

You play hard in the gravel like ground dawg

I'm underground call me ground hog

Lay down laws call em the ground law

Dont confuse me wit the law naw

But just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R

I ain't trippin nigga I play the corner like Ripken nigga

Wit the forty cal Ripken nigga rip a nigga

Flip ya vehicle split ya windsheild

Hack ya baby moma but I'll let the kid live

And people say that I am a kid still

Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels

You feelin animal then come on and get killed

This hit peel bandanas like bananas

Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana

In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah

Man a train could'nt stop ya man

I man up and you not a man

I stand up say I got my land

I'm the man of my land call it Lilweeziana... Thats the new plan

[Baby talking]

Yeah nigga. You bout some money get at me nigga. Thats the only way

Dumb shit we bout that get at me ya undadig. Nigga roll solo. Dolo nigga

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