Текст песни Lil Wayne - FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt (feat. T.I.)

Dedication 5
Жанр: Rap / Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Lil Wayne
Альбом: Dedication 5
Длительность: 03:45
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(Verse) I got money on yo head I don’t do my dirty work I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me And I don’t like to curse in church And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s I mean that Gonna need that Don’t be showin that work nigga You’ll find out what yo whole worth nigga We’ll follow you miles from church nigga You gon have to swallow yo pride like a thirsty bitch And get em Tune I don’t really fuck around with same niggas Fuck all yall niggas, shout to my niggas These niggas hustling backwards Check yo rearview mirror and yo side mirrors OG kush keep my mind clever That choppa get yo mind right I got 2 choppas that’s dropsticks Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice Been so long since I seen my eyes white You know I smoke like dry ice Now there stay in yo lane and get sideswiped It’s going down, let me straighten up yo fly right Still can’t turn a hoe into a housewife Man it’s like some things will never change You ain’t got a shot in a gun range These chums ain’t even got chump change Uh yea, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m Gotti Check yourself before I sign it Yea, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon Yea, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot Uh, my new car is so robotic My new bitch is so provotic Money talks, yours like no comment Black car, raise yo profile and rest in peace to Christopher Wallace Desert Eagle like dub Mojave I get my work from Rico Swave uh It’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand You ever see me broke? Write on my cast Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone Yea, I’m bout to buy a machinegun You drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps I’m sittin on some train tracks Hopin that bitch speed up I’m Strongarm and these niggas roll my sleeves up, yea I got rad bitches on standby, all my hoes got red eyes Celebrate when rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized When we in a hospital room full of flat lines I’m Tunechi the immortal My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order? I say… Testarossa over testimony Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me Fuck all yall niggas in Swahili nigga Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, nigga Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs All my niggas blood, fuck yo syringe Chop his head off, put it in the fridge Try not to mistake that shit for dinner day (Verse) Hey let me introduce you nigga to America most Every nigga round when we carry it out Sedated bitches like a nigga tune the low They just be like 10 and we doin em all Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat What you nigga make a year I could do it to blow You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you hoe The fate up before a nigga, we soon to see These niggas sweet as perfume to me I mean really like cartoon to me Ain’t nobody fuckin with Tune and me Hustle Gang, bang green and grab a truck Young Money, cash money, they down with her I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna get a hoe up And don’t bullshit and listen, you don’t really know her We a bust a nigga head, leave layin fo dead I get caught with a banger, I’m a land affair In Gen Park nigga every day interfere I was chillin on the yard, really going hard And these pussy niggas catchin feelings over broads Can pussy nigga go up really like a god A town nigga, bang head I’m about it Everybody know – don’t fuck with me cuz I got it Read more:
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