L-I-L Wayne is sharp as nails
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Hammer anybody that talk that ill
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I exhale kush y'all smell
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Thuggin' since I got out of jail
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Anger is a fight in the mind
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Got that white girl like Topanga, you desire, I design
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We are all perfect strangers that are runnin' out of time
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In the eyes of danger, grab my gun and rob ya blind
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Rob ya blind, I been eatin' on the streets, wine and dine
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I been under them trees like Feliz Navidad
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Twin Glocks under the seat, that's Maria, Maria
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Leave your body lookin' like if you're feedin' hyenas, woah
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Actavis so sweet, tastin' like a Now and Later
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Diamonds in my teeth, smilin' like a alligator
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Drugs make us turtles, we fight and sleep like straight up
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Got these bitches at my feet, but I'ma keep my head up
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I been rockin' niggas bells, I been rockin' bitches world
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All this weed in this blunt, I feel like I'm doing curls
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While they all on pins and needles, I been stickin' to my word
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That's that murder in this blunt, I feel like Ja Rule and Irv
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I son these niggas, wear ya sunscreen, nigga
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I swear, I ain't touched the ground since Jump Street, nigga
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I'm a Eagle Street nigga, watch my wings swing, nigga
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Gotta king me, nigga, ding-ding-ding, nigga
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Bells
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L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell
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Flow so hard, my bars hit like barbells
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Bells
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L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell
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Murder everybody, your thot as well
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Got the street sweeper, got the mop as well
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My bitch a bombshell, break her out her shell
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Like, like Taco Bell and I bring this shit straight to the opp doorbell
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You been waitin' and debatin' for oh-so long
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Starvin' like Marvin, so let's get it on
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And I'ma rep New Orleans, put my woes on the map
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All I need is this designer to put No' on my cap
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Oh, feds on the gang, real tough, though
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My main bitch snappin', I ain't say, "Hut," though
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I got the automatic soundin' like a drumroll
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She taking off her panties, wait for me to upload
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I'm a bad man, I'm a mass man
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I'm her first kiss, I'm her last dance
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I'm a hashtag, I'm a red flag
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Got a trash bag full of dead pres'
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Shake the bugs off, sleep the drugs off
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Flip the judge off, rip the plug off
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Got detectives at my house and they just found a skull
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Any reverend you encounter tell you I'm the God
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You see the devil, tell him that I pulled the fire alarm
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And there won't be dryin' off from this quiet storm
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And every single guy involved, that's who I will harm
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Hit everything except your arms with this firearm
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Okay, now some don't like it 'cause I do what I want
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Plus, I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
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And I don't smoke bunk, I only smoke that strong
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Eyes tight like my name Wong-Ding-Ding-Dong
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Bitch, bells
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L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell
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Flow so hard, my bars hit like barbells
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Bells
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L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell
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Murder everybody, your thot as well
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Got the street sweeper, got the mop as well
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My bitch a bombshell, break her out her shell
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Like, like Taco Bell and I bring this shit straight to the opp doorbell
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Bells
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| Lil Wayne |
