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Lil Wayne

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    Let's get fucked up
    On the road to riches
    You're just a speed bump
    Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
    Weezy smoke a tree down til it's just a
    Tree stump. that eastside nigga
    Bang on you bitches. i'm going at your neck
    Strangle you bitches. got a long-ass
    List full of bad-ass bitches and i stay
    Burned out like a bad transmission
    I'm on, like the lights i light up
    The kush, knock out, mike tyson fight
    I'm talking about ass and titties
    Sex and the city
    Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it"
    You loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
    Up and some fine dime, she give me einstein
    Young money motherfucker, yeah we
    Picked a fine time
    I was 17, nigga. bitch, i don't mind a dime
    I just ended up on every bitch's sex list
    Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin deathwish
    Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas
    Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
    Red beam, gimme the light, no sean paul nigga
    Let nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
    Yeah i keep a brian pumper, no homo
    The shit i'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
    Man, i told mack i was gonna do it
    Above the law, but under the influence
    Man, i was on the skateboard
    Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
    Got behind her like a shadow
    I had her ass up in the air
    I swear i got the largest clip in the world
    Right here in my gat
    And i wish a nigga play
    I'mma bust a nigga's ass
    Hate young money? then fuck you in the ass
    187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball
    Til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
    Gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
    We straight, sorry for the wait

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    Composition: Lil Wayne, Ric Ross, Nicki Minaj, Jules Stock Thomas, Angel Aponte, and Kasseem Dean

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