[Lil Wayne]
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Ima Millionaire,
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Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
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My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
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Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed..
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Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
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Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time,
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Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar,
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And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper,
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Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
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Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
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Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em,
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I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
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You cant man em then you pop em,
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You cant man em then you mop em,
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You cant stand em then you drop em,
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You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
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[Cory Gunz]
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Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires,
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Think you really pop a wheelie in air,
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Mac Milli..the Vanilli¡¯s in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped,
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I get brats who dont give top,
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I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on,
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An I break on anything a nigga take on,
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Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
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Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
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Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
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Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
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Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line,
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Plentys in me, any guinea¡¯s wit em bigger than a mini and remind im..
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Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep,
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Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..
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She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
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Truely to death prove me the rest,
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Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha
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[Lil Wayne]
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a millionaire im a young money millionaire
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what chyall really want it now
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y¡¯all dont really wanna do it
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if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid
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and I don¡¯t care who it be, I¡¯m steppin to it
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notice I say ¡®it¡¯ cuz to me, it ain¡¯t shit
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get. it.
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call me whacha like trick
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call me on my sidekick
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never answer when its private
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man I hate a shy chick
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don¡¯t you hate a shy chick
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I had a plate of shy chick and she ain¡¯t shy no mo¡¯
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she changed her name to my chick
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hahaha, yea boy thats my girl
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and she pops excellent up in waynes world
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totally dude you should
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see their faces when they see that
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this robot can move
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and its like¡¦
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hahaha, yea
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and it go¡¦
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thats right
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I¡¯m a millionaire I¡¯m a
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young money cash money fast money
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slow money mo¡¯ money neva low money
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what is that, who is that, I never heard of it
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I will take your picture and make a ¡®rest in peace¡¯ shirt of it
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tell those niggas beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
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killed and now don¡¯t tell no one you heard of me
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its like, the beat was screamin, murder me
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and i¡¯m a murderer
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so I murdered it
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and you niggas is what i eatin ill make sure of it
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and he who don¡¯t believe me I¡¯ll make dessert of him
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sherbet him, I mean
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shame on him, or her
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Carter, Father of
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this rap thang, this is my race
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gon¡¯ take a lap man weezy babys nursery
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now gon¡¯ take a nap man, its nap time
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I¡¯ll holla back at you at snack time
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Weezy¡¦
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F¡¦. yea, ok
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they say I¡¯m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
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Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
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who dat
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who dat said they gon¡¯ beat Lil Wayne
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my name ain¡¯t bic, but I keep that flame
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who dat one
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dat do dat boy
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yall knew dat
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true dat swallow
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and i be the shhhh
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now you got loose bowels
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I don¡¯t owe you like two vowels
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but I¡¯d like for you to pay me by the hour
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hahaha
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and I¡¯d rather be pushing flowers,
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than to be in the penn sharing showers
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see Tony told us this world was ours
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and the Bible told us every girl was sour
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dont play in the garden and don¡¯t smell her flower
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call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
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boy I got so many girls like I¡¯m Michael Lowry
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even Gwen Stefani said she couldn¡¯t doubt me
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man, life, just ain¡¯t life, without me
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| hip hop just ain¡¯t hip hop, without m |
