Lil Wayne
Get 'em
Yea, Haha drama Im back
Dedication 2
I ain't even waitin' on 'em,
Ima get 'em now
Get 'em, my block pumpin' and I'm tryin' to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggas snitchin' them I let them niggas hold sumthin'
Get get get 'em, my block pumpin 'nd Im tryin' to keep that hoe pumpin
If niggas snitchin' them I let them niggas hold sumthin'
If a nigga owe sumthin' need a Doctor's note from 'em, or his throat from 'em
these Lil niggas thinkin' they fresh, get whiped out ya clothes youngin
I got it all but I'll beat you like you stole sumthin'
My bitch trippin', she say I treat her like my old woman
I tell the bitch I'm probably better off with no woman
Yea, I get that brand new money
Imma the Boss bitch, Im touchin' every dollar thats comin'
Stop Playin', I noe wut I'm doin'
Let me get 'em, I hope his kids not with 'em
Yall mother f*ckers noe me I'm a rider in the side of the south
Got the money in the matress and the guns in the couch, Wut up
Puttin' out cock Roaches in the ashtray
Its pay day till my last day
Yea, walkin' that line with alot on my mind
I get that money, never droppin' a dime
I don't hate, never, not on my time
I'll put that little red dot on ya mind
Talkin' that crime but alot of 'em lyin'
Im caught on the grind, never get off my grind
Ima pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah
And everybody noe Im sharp when I ride
Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side Yea
Zoom zoom bitch ride a nigga broom witch
Have a key wet stinkin' Up your whole room bitch
Now break out the purfume bitch
And niggas come from out that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship
Straight Up, tell all my dudes this
1 Pistol, 2 Clips, I aim at lips
Wayne that shit, shit on yall
Given to you from the god
I Am the God
Yaaa, money on my mind, money money on my mental
Super super soaker'd a nigga like a swim suit
I think they sippin' on that I can fuck with him juice'
Test me if ya wanna bad man I knock a limb loose
I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere
And If A nigga disrespect me then he shall be very dead
Thats my word, gotta urge to hit a nigga and swerve
And them birds in the trigger shot down to my feet
It's me mothafucka whats better to see
And when ya greeted like Me Aint Nothin Better Then Beef
See I'd meet each one of you niggaz in the street
Then eat and pick you little bitches out my teeth
Shout out to the green and red stiches in my teeth nigga
With no gucci I'm a double chief nigga
My brothers you have send, and the god I am..
Amen..
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