(Lil Wayne)
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You know it's Wheezy you know
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Nigga you know it's Wheezy you know
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You know it's Wheezy you know
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Who Squideye
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(Verse 1: Lil Wayne)
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I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy
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I been thuggin on da block
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Fist clutchin' on da glock
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Who Bout it
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Motherfucker let me know shit
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Y'all wit that hoe shit
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I keep the fo grip
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Hollowed tips fill the whole clip
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Trippin' ya feel da whole clip
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Get It
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I'm on some mo shit
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Quad Mafia blow Shit
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Never slept for dough or no bitch
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I only want a hoe for those lips to lick my whole clique
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And load the bitch wit coke and shit and send her on a road trip
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I'm so sick wit it
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Dick nigga what is your purpose
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I'm off the surface
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Platinum merchandise shining perfect
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For certain firearms
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This verse seem like it's dirty squiddy
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Put bullets in yo shirt and fit it if you jerkin wit me
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? pops don't yourself the next statistic
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You may be hard but seeing your chopped off is less convincing
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Which nigga want it
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Holla at me I'll be at the top
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With cha wife slobbing on my cock
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And your kids calling me pop I can't be stopped
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(Hook: Lil Wayne) 2x
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Okay
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They run in yo place four straight to yo face
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These Niggaz don't play
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Believe me shit ain all right
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They cut off all lights
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And they ridin' all night
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Till some shit that you don't like let's go
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(Verse 2: Turk)
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Nigga look here you can play wit me or my dogs If ya won't
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And watch how quick yo bitches wind up gettin' left faunked
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I dress in black rat a tat tat leave ya flat nigga
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At any given time you gonna see that nigga
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Lil Turk and Wheezy straight thugged out
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We got choppers wit 50's that'll clear it out
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You could test the nuts If ya won't round
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You know you done fucked up so it's goin' down
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Get fulla dat one on one and we don't give a fuck
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It's you or me, me or you nigga so what's up
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Now tell me, Is you really bout dat beef shit
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Bringin dat heat shit, killin yo peeps shit
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Cuz If you not then it's best you stay your distance nigga
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Cuz when we pull da trigger look we ain' missing nigga
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I'm a hit cha in yo melon split it to da fat
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Leave yo moms on da front level draped in black
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Hook 2x
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(Verse 3 Lil Wayne & Turk)
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(Lil Wayne)
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Fuck wit a turn or bed for bags, bitches, or bread
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And we mash quickly in a drout and blast snitches they scared
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Take snap pictures for fedz we blast riches and ice
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Snatch at night get em back depending the price
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Livin the last minutes of life and we do it huge
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My whole crew 'll does whos background to screw
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And we feud wit anyone to two shatter ya cabin
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Come around ya block niggaz disappear like abra cadabra
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(Turk)
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Lil turk don't play nigga look betta recognize
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When my finger get ta fuckin all you niggaz gon die
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Hit cha set in camoflague 50 shots what I fire
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Lay down and get cha mind right I bet cha won't survive
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I put that on everthing against anything ya bet
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If a nigga get it twisted get holes in his chest
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? vest ain no way you protect it
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Last nigga got bust up cuz he disrespected
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Hook til end
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All Night (featuring Lil' Wayne)
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