My Weezy

Lil Wayne

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    [dj drama]
    Young money all stars on the way
    Put the party in the bag now hand it over

    [lil wayne]
    Wait a minute
    Wait a minute
    Wait a minute
    See i ain't know you were gunna do this one.
    Ight, now you motherfuckers happy huh?
    That's what y'all you been wantin' huh?
    Okay, okay,
    Go ahead drama

    [dj drama]
    See i don't wanna be the mixtape king no more,
    More like the mixtape president,
    Barak odrama!
    It was definitely time for change,
    I mean the game been dry
    So, i figured we going for re-election
    So, me and wayne gon' keep runnin'
    So y'all niggas can fly

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    [lil wayne]
    This a big e beat,
    And i'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat
    Yeahh, hehe
    You can get pork chopped,
    Young money bitch
    Let the champagne cork pop,
    I will bat your man,
    Now go tell her short stop
    Okay bitch, you do the wop
    Well bitch, i do the guap
    Okay man, you do the drop
    Well man, i do the yacht
    You pull up in parking lots
    I pull up the dock like
    Yeahhh
    Macaroni greens and hamhocks,
    I am not on your planet like dr. spock,
    Rock...
    To my own tune,
    Lil tune
    My stomach hurtin'
    My shit is dropping real soon
    Kill whom and whoever for whatever
    That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters
    Now you spell it
    I say young money bitch forever,
    And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era
    Know'm talkin bout?
    Yeah
    I tell my niggas pick the target out,
    And then i quickly pick the target off
    Like volleyball, i'm a serve em,
    And being fake is pussy so nigga, i'm a virgin
    Dr. carter, tell them bitches i'm a surgeon
    Cleaner than some brand new detergent
    Ya heard me?
    And i make ya bitch get on the plane with that fergie
    Tell em get on (birdman jr.'s birdy)

    [shanell]
    I love the skin that i'm in
    Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the y.m.
    That yack,
    That goose,
    That tron,
    That gin
    Got a couple girls crackin'
    Let the party begin
    I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on
    If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it
    What you trippin' on?
    See, i'm a spoiled chick
    You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with
    But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

    [lil twist]
    Rockin on the scene
    And yeah, i hit my duggy
    I d-town boogy
    Now the girls really love me
    V.i.c. to vic
    Yeah, they both got silly
    Lil twist, i get silly
    I'm the king of the city
    Young money, young mullah
    Yeah, the kid in this thang
    Grown men in this game
    Can't compete with me mayne
    Especially
    When i pull up in that candy red
    (54's on the dash sittin' next to lil wayne)
    I'm a beast
    I'm a dog
    Yeah, yeah i rap harder
    Mic in my hand
    I run like marion barber
    You haters on the sidelines
    And i be a starter
    Going bad on you kids like i'm reginae carter
    That's my little sister if you boys didn't know
    (wait)
    That's weezy's daughter
    (so don't mess with her bro!)
    Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
    Signin' out
    Young money, d-town's all star

    [tyga]
    Its tyga
    No lion
    I'm eating
    No diner
    This species
    Don't diet
    Every milla fish friday
    Squad deep
    Like the white guy from verizon
    Gator righteous
    So its only right you meet the fugitive
    John mcgiver
    Teenager
    School cyhphers
    I was too nicer
    Than them no liscence,
    You gets no high-fivin'
    Nigga, roll the damn dices
    Touche
    My word play touches from the colour great
    My kick game so unreal
    They say them colours must be fake
    Never been made
    Mtv, i make
    Quake your very eyesight
    My fame's no mistake
    Since the deal
    Steak dinner everyday
    For the movie
    My life is like a compton play
    You can see it
    Nearly breathe it
    From a couple feet away
    But stay away
    Cuz i don't
    Get along
    With them tag-along
    Let me
    Get on a song
    Period gone
    I'm off the hook like cordless phones
    My identity so right
    They think its wrong
    G.e.d. young money
    Finish strong, so i'm a keep goin'
    My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face
    Like my skin was leather made
    Leatherman louis
    You ain't never seen
    Like a nun booty
    None before me
    After
    Its only boys
    Tyga man
    I do it for the hatin' homies

    [dj drama]
    Shout to hollygrove
    Shout to the a-town
    304 wassup!
    Shout to harlem
    Philly wassup!

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