WEED AND SYRUP THE COMBINATION
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AND A INSPIRATION TO YOU PUSSY ASS NIGGAZ
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I JUST REALIZED YA'LL CANT FUCK WITH ME
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YOU NEVA WILL BITCH ASS NIGGA
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WEEZY F BABY
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BELIVEVE THAT! HAHA Yeahhh...
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I got the 24 inches sittin on them Joe buttons,
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And the trunks straight jumpin,
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BITCH! I can't hear nuthin'
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No i might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's,
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And in the Lambroghini I do doughnuts like Dunkin's.
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How come every bad bitch with tha pussy wanna fuck em',
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But i just feed em' drugs and just watch em' fuck each otha,
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My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was anotha,
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You make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle,
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With my beats I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle,
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Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle,
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Baby girl gettin' straight dick, no cuddle,
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You know i'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle,
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I'mma put some D's on that bitch!
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And these hoe's starting to get like flea's on my shit,
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Have you seen her? WHO? nina, she's on my hip,
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Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on em' grits,
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You nigga's ain't ballin',
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Real talk, you nigga's can't guard me,
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Two nigga's can't guard me,
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You lookin' at Jordan,
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From the side like Spike at the Garden,
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I got that hardest bars, call me the warden,
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Excuse me pardon, I break a bitch down like Tanya Harding,
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Bitch I'm cold not dude off Martin,
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Pockets just fat like the club's enormous,
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Bitch I'm fly like a magic carpet,
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And bitch I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit,
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See I'mma take it and gonna bring it back to New Orleans,
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And bitch I'mma shine in the land of darkness,
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In which I'mma grind til my stacks its tallest,
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A wall list...
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And I'm high I don't wanna know how deep the fall is,
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No I can't come down,
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And every time I send my girl outta town,
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I put some D's on that bitch!
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I'm a certified gangster,
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Hater's make me nauseous, so money make me anxious,
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Listen how my words are poetic like Langston,
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Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston,
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But I come from Hollygrove, 17 danger zone,
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So many C note's I could sing a song,
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T-top coupe, lookin' like a thong,
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Your girl loves my dick, she treats it like a bong,
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I don't wanna be right if gettin high is wrong,
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My eyes so low I look like I'm from Hong Kong,
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Boy I got more green than a bitch of Don Juan,
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Hahaha
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Ok, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro; Methazine fiend,
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Make the homies say Hoe, and make all the girlies scream,
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I am a vegetarian man I only eat beats,
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Wear a lot of carrots and I smoke the best green,
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No beef, in my grocery bag,
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Just some Swisher's and a whole bunch of cans of Whoop Ass,
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I'm strapped like a book-bag,
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So any one of ya'll can come around and get a foot tagged,
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Eat all day,
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Ride all night,
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Sleep no way,
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Sleep when I lay
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Six feet deep,
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And until that day,
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I'mma be livin' like it is that day.
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Yeaah
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I keep holdin' on,
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I said bitch I been hott,
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Bitch! the stove been on,
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If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone,
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Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on,
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Some cool shorts and my Kobe's on,
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Lookin' slicker than the lane that you're bowlin' on,
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If they aint told you I'm the shit, then they told ya wrong,
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Bitch I'm bubblin' like soda foam,
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In a styrofoam,
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CUP,
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You know whats in my styrofoam,
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What,
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S-Y-R-UP,
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Thats my car, yep vroooom...errrr im gone!
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Hawaii 5.0
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| Lil' Wayne |
