[Verse 1]
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It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
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Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet
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Gazer seats hold the bare floors
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I faithfully hold to pimp whores
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You ate with me and you gon get yours
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This eight with me that's bullets through doors
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Got haze in me now I'm so tall
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Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
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And now or later I'm major player
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I ball right I need an agent player
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Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
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That's so tonight you can taste a player
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I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
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My shit turning on 28-inches
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My shit burning like 500 plus
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And this album's a three permer and a clutch
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[Hook]
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24/7 (Yes, sir)
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I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
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Not here
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[Verse 2]
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I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
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Bang my thing till no more lane remain
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Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
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Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
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That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
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Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
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I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
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Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
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Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
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The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
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And we don't go to work man we get work out
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And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
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Niggaz is selling and you should be buying
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Niggaz is telling and you should be dying
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Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
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C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block
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I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock
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Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
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I got ya slick this my year don't knock
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Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
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Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot
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I never drove factory and I don't own stock
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I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah
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[Hook till end]
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Go Hard
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Lil' Wayne |