Lay It Down (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cory Gunz)

Lil Wayne

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    YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee
    I be with niggas that shoot police
    I keep that iron, you can get creased
    And if she say she didn't fuck, bitch ya lying through ya teeth
    They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were free
    Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
    Niggas say they paid they dues, well I'm checking your receipt
    Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
    Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, who but me?
    Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet
    Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
    Cause all my niggas well rounded, don't fuck with none of these square niggas
    Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas
    I'm a blood, is you a blood donor?
    Swisher full of that California
    I hit it sideways, catacorner
    Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
    Lil Tunechi

    Lay it down ho
    Lay it down bitch
    Lay it down ho
    Lay it down
    Lay it down, lay it down
    You hoes lay it down
    Lay it down, lay it down
    You hoes lay it down
    Put the money on the couch nigga
    Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,
    Shut yo mouth nigga
    Put the money on the couch nigga
    Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,
    Shut yo mouth nigga

    Start it up, vroom vroom
    Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
    Unless I get the brain, poom poom
    She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoom
    Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
    One sweep away in a room room
    We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches,
    I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune
    My syrup purple, my turf Earth
    My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
    I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
    My shooters still got curb curfews
    Y'all bout as hot as von dutch
    Y'all not gon' harm much
    Hijack y'all some prom busts
    Ain't no retreat but my arms up
    We don't graffiti, my bombs up
    It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone
    If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
    I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
    Point 'em out, truck ya life
    Fuck ya style, fuck with me
    You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile
    For a dunkin' pile, you better duck it, pal

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    Lay it down ho
    Lay it down bitch
    Lay it down ho
    Lay it down
    Lay it down, lay it down
    You hoes lay it down
    Lay it down, lay it down

    Shawty, what's yo name?
    Is you tricking? Is you paying?
    Is you sniffing on that cane?
    What the fuck is you saying?
    If you getting it, then you getting it
    It's my money I ain't splitting it
    I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it
    Come out the bank, bye teller
    Give up her money, hi fella
    Bad lil' ho, high yellow
    Brand new Rollie, sky dweller
    Just left from Dubai
    Flew private eye
    I made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lie
    Asked if them niggas was poppin'
    Fake niggas be watchin'
    My black glove be drippin' wet, but I got my Cochran
    Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
    The Maybach ain't poppin' if it ain't got no partation

    Oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision
    I sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches audition
    I said, oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision
    I sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches audition

    I don't give a fuck
    You don't hear me, you don't see me.
    Bitch you gon' feel me ho
    Young Money
    Young, Young Money nigga.
    Young, Young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
    Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!

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