Shit Stains

Lil Wayne

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    Walked in the bank like my shit don’t stank
    Bitch, I’m from New Orleans, everybody ain’t saints
    Pockets never empty, Weezy F, full tank
    Try and check me and I’mma leave that check blank
    Tongue kiss that pussy, make that woman have convulsions
    I’m in this bitch throwin’ up blood like an ulcer
    Real nigga like a motherfuckin’ slave
    R.I.P. these niggas, like a page
    “Um, hello, how’re you doing, sir?”
    Doctor call that MD, that’s mur-der
    Bitches ain’t shit, and niggas ain’t neither
    Bad bitches, I’ll get “at you! ” like sinus (bless you)
    These niggas is fake, like a bosom
    And everybody’s on edge until you push ‘em
    Ha! But the pleasure’s all mine
    ‘Cause on my watch, I’m the greatest of all time

    And I don’t know how fake feel, nigga
    ‘Cause all my life, I’ve been a real nigga
    Yeah, all my life, I’ve been a real nigga
    Don’t fuck up my night, I’m like “what’s poppin’?”
    What’s your friend’s name?
    What y’all drinkin’ on?
    Come get an oil change, I brought my AK
    I’m on my A game, bitch, I’m an A-hole
    Leavin’ shit stains, hoe

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    I’m an asshole, but I don’t give a shit
    Like a hard dick, I’m in this bitch
    I’m sharp, I’m cold, ice pick
    Top off the Maybach, nice tits
    I’m from Hollygrove, used to hang with L
    I make them bitches, they waiting to exhale
    I’m on some gangster shit, knock your head off
    Bark up my tree, that’s a dead dog
    Where them hoes at? Tell ‘em I said what’s up
    I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps
    I got that paper, bitch, come get a paper cut
    Don’t gamble in that pussy, not even Lady Luck
    I make ‘em straighten up, and fly right
    When life hands your lemons, find the limelight
    Yeuh, and the pleasure’s all mine
    ‘Cause on my watch, I’m the greatest of all time

    I like my alcohol straight, bitch
    I can’t stop stunting, I need my brakes fixed
    Yeah I’m on that shit, like a fuckin’ maggot
    On the road to riches, you niggas stuck in traffic
    Stomp a nigga out, keep the party going
    Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoying
    But if they friends bad, then them hoes could join
    I’m ‘bout to shoot a porn, I’m casting Broken Arm
    Got money on my mind, pussy on my agenda
    I beat that pink pussy magenta, fuck being gentle
    Man I’m hard, these niggas is simple, gun to your temple
    I smoke ‘til I look Oriental, high as a window
    And I broke these niggas like pencils on accidental
    Bitch, I meant to, dick in her dimples, lick it, I tremble
    I swear, this shit is mental, fuck it, my rent due
    I’ll school your ass and suspend you, bitch!

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    Composition: Lil Wayne, Banner David, and Steve Mckinley Thornton

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