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feat. Boo |
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Microphone check, I still don't hear my... |
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Oh yeah I do, yeah I do |
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Who the ****** is Stevie J? |
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[Hook: Lil Wayne] |
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Don't be lookin' for no donations |
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You get ******, then reservations |
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I get ******* then hibernation |
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I start humpin' soon as I wake up |
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I woke up in some new punani |
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He woke up bleedin' like "who shot me?" |
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I kept shootin'; Boo said "you got 'em". |
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Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body. |
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But anyway I woke up in some new punani |
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] |
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I was drunk as a *******, drunk as a ******* |
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But not drunk as that ******* |
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I got in that *******t acted donkey in it |
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Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk he can fit |
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Then she jumped on my ****** like a monkey and *******t |
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Monkey see monkey do, banana clips |
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Shoot at them ******s, no camera glitch |
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Wax that ass, no candle stick |
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And I run with some killers I eat with the mob |
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Got some *******t built up I keep it inside |
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Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high |
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Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes |
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The TEK on my thigh and my aim so good |
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I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye |
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Hold up, all bull*******t aside |
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A ****** almost died but I'm outchea |
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****** around with a real ****** get murked |
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I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed? |
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Love it when she make faces |
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******* feel like vacation |
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Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation |
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I'm at the finish line, her heart racin' |
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Give her the View, if she Caucasian |
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My ******s wild as Jumanji |
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You can call me an S.O.B |
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Cause its skateboards over bugattis |
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I used to be at them Heat games |
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With better seats than Pat Riley |
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Don't stop, pop that don't stop |
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Pop that Ollie, Tunechi |
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[Verse 2: Boo] |
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Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J |
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Met her tonight, ****** her today |
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You tuck her away, I'm ******' her face |
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Wine head, she's guzzling grapes |
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Back shots, I'm holding her waist |
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Freaky, I always freak... |
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You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya |
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Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her |
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Hater ******s be hungry |
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Got a hundred shots to feed 'em |
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Her panties are down, her legs is up |
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We finally ******, she starved for months |
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Don't give a ******, still I'll hit |
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Never no feelings, no love for these hoes |
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No flowers, we're simple, we ****** in the Rolls |
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No flowers, we're simple, we ****** in the Rolls |
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Royce - trick! |
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Now they mad, I told they was |
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*******'ll be lying, I did the same |
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Far from a *******, don't mistake me for lame |
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She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain |
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She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing |
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That ******* so wet, I'm calling it rain |
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I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change |
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I keep it a hundred, you do the same |
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Most women front, but who do you blame? |
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I gave you ******, you gave me ******* |
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It's safe to say it's an even exchange... |
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*******! |
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[Hook pt. 2: Lil Wayne] |
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Don't be givin' out information |
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You know ******s still on probation |
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I get higher than expectations |
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You know this is the Dedication |
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I'm on that kush she on that molly |
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I turn that ******* to Dasani |
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Shout out my ****** Luca Brasi |
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I don't know this ho |
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So I must dash, no disguises |
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Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it |