For Nothing

Lil Wayne

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    Gangster, gangster
    DatPiff dot com, world premiere
    Okay
    Yeah
    I'm reloaded (gangster)
    Chill out, yeah
    So after D6, I text Weezy
    It's rough
    I say, now it's time for a vacation
    Guess the iPhone autocorrected
    And he thought I said: Now it's time for a Dedication
    We gon' bring it y'all
    So now y'all got a twenty pack
    What's your address?
    You're welcome
    And not your email address neither
    D6: Reloaded
    Hundo, leggo
    A Dedication!

    Looking in the mirror, all I see is money
    Bop, bop, but if I was blind, all I hear is running
    Plug went to jail Saturday, 'posed to meet him Sunday
    He said his bitch flushed the work, time to do some plumbing
    Gotta love the way we comin' though, we keep it coming
    Wolves never cry wolf and you could feed us onions
    Pledge allegiance to the region that's beneath and under
    The southside from your blind side, Stevie Wonder
    Hunger Games, ain't no games when we speaking hunger
    We greedy fuckers, eat your supper, pick our teeth and mug ya
    The pocket bussin' out the muscle, bitch, I'm bleeding blubber
    And I been drunk and I can't trust you 'cause I'm seein' double
    And I been ballin' like the Rucker, nigga triple-double
    And now there's war, and they want peace
    But it won't fix the puzzle
    You drop the ball, if you a beast, you won't be quick to fumble
    If I'm too deep, then get a bigger shovel, dig a tunnel
    If you a beast, then that bitch can't get a nickel from you
    I'm the only one that speak, when we in the huddle
    Make a pussy nigga leak, then jump in the puddle

    We comin' deep, to your street, 'bout to rent a shuttle
    Every day of the week, if I hit the street, I gotta hear the hustle
    Every day of the week, I gotta get loaded, loaded
    Skip the buffering
    I got it made, and with that said, I gotta tip the butler
    I like my bitches mustard, business hushed, and Bentley's custom
    Bitches suffering 'cause the system fucked 'em, now they fucking
    They can't hide they battle scars but they can hide they stomachs
    Niggas like Niagara Falls how they mouths are running
    But we making caviar out of flounder's, guppies
    Stand tall but I'm a munchkin to my pile of money
    Got down and dug it, found a nugget, made a mountain of it
    Don't need a crown, gown or nothing, I'm the king of subject
    Chocolate, brown, cream, and fudgie, and I'm peanut buttery
    Fuck the fuckery, I go skullduggery, it get ugly
    Niggas thuggin, we got babies smuggling in they Huggies
    Niggas juggling different kind of drugs, Feds struggling
    Sippin Actavis, activist like Fred Douglass
    Goodnight, sleep tight, watch the bed buggies
    She give me ass, she give me head, I call it headbutting

    Walk in a room full of buttons, press the red button
    Blow this bitch to shreds, get my skateboard, and shred something
    Lead pumpin' you dead pumpkin, go 'head, dump 'em
    Redrum 'em, goin' hard in the paint, Andre Drummond
    Headhuntin', Good Will Huntin', still stuntin'
    All or nothin', Warren G to Warren Buffet
    Stormin', floodin', lightnin', thunder, Carter coming
    Like karma coming, my bitch pussy's the warmest oven
    Need morning lovin', she foreign, Donald might bomb her country
    Thick as fuck, no panties when she got on the onesie, whoa
    Time to get this paper though
    You ape or ho, bitches in line to get this snake fa'sho
    We take the dough if they don't pay the dough and that's fa'sho
    We make 'em vegetables and we don't even like vegetables
    These niggas extra broke, we break a nigga down to decimals
    We up in Mexico to see the plug, and not electrical
    High cholesterol, you niggas salty, I'm the pepper though
    Your bitch ain't half a ho, she wanna be in my next episode
    I'm a steppin stone and that .380 my chaperone
    And blow like saxophone, and when the smoke clear I'ma stand alone

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    I'm from the terra-dome, yeah
    That New Orleans, home of methadone
    Cops on megaphones its so much bad luck, ain't no leprechauns
    I been called a stone, pocket full of stones
    On the corner moving stones
    Papa was a Rolling Stone, I'm so stoned
    In this bitch, waiting on Babylon
    Bible on the dresser, next to the gun and Tylenol, silence off
    Spike a bitch drink like volleyball
    Olive Oyl skinny bitches, can't get in the ride at all, not at all
    I'm involved in a real private war, time to brawl
    Niggas don't want lil Tune to take these diamonds off
    I'ma talk crazy to a deaf nigga
    These niggas blind, I'ma still throw up my set, nigga
    Steel tote in your chest, nigga
    Hell no to a yes nigga
    Fuckin' right to a bad bitch
    She can fuck around and get her ass licked
    Still can't get her ass kissed
    Black fist, middle finger to taxes, the police and they actions

    I'm still pickin' out mansions
    Still dicking' down, such and such
    Still fuckin' with so and so
    Still fuckin' my bitches friends
    Never fuck my woadie ho
    Still talkin' about Hollygrove, still talkin' 'bout coke and dope
    On the set, in that, OVO
    On the jet, in that, OVO
    I don't threaten I go for broke
    Wanna step and go toe to toe?
    No bullshit at this rodeo and all my clips Pinnochio
    Tunechi, bitch, for nothing

    Drops mic
    Well, I can't technically 'cause it's connected, but, but, you get the expression
    Mula, welcome, thank you for joining
    Dedication 6, this some sick shit
    Umm, first of all, I wanna thank Drama for doing this shit again
    And always doing this shit for his dawg
    My nigga, one time
    Thank everybody involved, everybody involved
    My team, my team is my fam
    Everybody who put they fingerprints on this shit, 'preciate everybody

    So the definition of Dedication has changed for me since the first one
    Since the second one, since the third one, whatever
    It's because, umm, whenever I put it out, umm, it's life
    And since I don't write none of my shit, I'm coming from the head
    And what happens is, when you rap so long or when you do it so long
    All the things in your head, you done used up
    So what happens is you gotta start using something else
    And coming from somewhere else
    And that somewhere else is ten times out of ten your heart
    And, umm, that's what this Dedication 6 project is

    But, uh, yeah, the definition is always different
    Because I'm always going through something at that time of my life
    You know what I mean
    I prolly was fucking your bitch on Dedication 4
    And the whole fucking shit was dedicated to her, you know what I mean
    I dunno. Whichever one that wasn't
    That didn't do as well as all of the rest of them
    That was definitely the one that was dedicated to her

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