[Lil Wayne talking]
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It's the real shit, yeah
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500 Degreez this time biotch
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Yes sir, you already know
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[Lil Wayne verse 1]
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You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
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Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
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Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
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Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us
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Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
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They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
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I'm about to bring CMR back
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And all the lames, we done lost that
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And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
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I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
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"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back
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And the wheels on my car you got all of that
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Stop playing, I've been balling jack
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You don't want my glock spraying ?I hit all them cats
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You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats
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I get all them gats ?Fresh and B it's all a rap!
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If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that?
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[Chorus]
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You don't want to fuck with Weezy
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You don't want to fuck with Weezy
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[Lil Wayne]
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Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up
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Don't even go there round
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Niggas get your cash up
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We probably need to clash up
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And shit got me 'bout ass up
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They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
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It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up ?and guess what
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And I heard they got a nice chain
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And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
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And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
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Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
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Riding through the city just me and my friend
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Friday night special, professional tight aim
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A gangsta is who you hearing
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Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
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I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
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Got more skill than them there
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I'm a Cash Money Millionaire
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[Chorus]
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You don't want to fuck with Weezy
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You don't want to fuck with Weezy
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Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
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Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
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[Lil Wayne]
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Baby let me get the keys to the rover
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No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
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So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party
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Than the after party
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Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch
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Fuck a bachelor party
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Don't go to rapper parties ?I'm no rapper man
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But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
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And all my people tote chrome ?we some monsters man
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We gone mob to the promise land
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I bought big ?I'm a Tymer man
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Son of a Stunna ?still a girl fuck with a hustler!
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Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
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Baby blue Mercedes Coupe ?Got it bullet proof
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Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
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You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
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Mr. S-Fucking-Q ?I'm the fucking truth
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Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
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That's 500 Degreez!
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[Chorus]
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You don't want to fuck with Weezy
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You don't want to fuck with Weezy
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Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
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Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
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Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right
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500 Degreez
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| Lil' Wayne |
