[Intro: Lil Wayne]
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2,2,3,4,3,2,3,4,4,2,3,4
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter, my house is four stories,
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I tell'em I don't write em', and my living room is white, my lies are much whiter,
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my darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor, I say "187", make your bitch run my errands,
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I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's, I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement,
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I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing and if I go back to jail,
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Persian rugs in my cell, got the world in my hands it got all under my nails
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In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see
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I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach?
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Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth
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I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street
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The World's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky
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Tune, what is that smell? That's the shit on my mind...eh
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[Hook: DJ Khaled & Lil Wayne]
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Fuck all you bitches [x4]
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Fuck all you hoes [x2]
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1 million, 2 millions, 3, 4
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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics
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I'm throwing up gang signs you can see I'm in my vomit
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And I'm cool right na' but please dont change the climate
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Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
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I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me
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Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B
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Unapologetic I'm sorry for not being sorry
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You niggas old news prehistoric
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I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad bitches for my home boys
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The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard
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Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
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I'm rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul
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Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
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My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann
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? take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll em
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I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder
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[Hook: DJ Khaled]
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[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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We ain't got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing and my bitch got cotton mouth,
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you know them snakes cannot be trusted, and I bet y'all niggas don't say shit,
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because I'm feeling lucky and I still pray everynight that Aliens abduct me, Tunechi
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No Motive
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| DJ Khaled |
