(feat. T-Streets)
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 1:]
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Bitch Im me, American gangsta
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weezy F baby, born in a manger
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trouble is my friend, I aint far in the danger
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Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
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shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
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New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
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all about my bread like bagels, they know
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Im raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes
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weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes
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spit like 9a€²s, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
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niggas want problems, well I am problematic
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Its back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
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Ima east side damu, deep water shamoo
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shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
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Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
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pass that bitch down like an heirloom,
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Tunechi
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Hold up
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Hold up
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Wait a minute
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[Chorus - x2:]
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Huslte till nightfall
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Party till sunrise
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Guns in the boxes
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Dont make this a gun fight
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Fuck them other niggas
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Fuck them niggas bitches
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Benadryl shit
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Trigga finger itches
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Hold up
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Hold up
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Wait a minute
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[T-Streets - Verse 2:]
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Bitch Im streets, I rep that east
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Gimmie the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease
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Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
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I fucked that bitch, mission complete
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Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation
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Im a real nigga dont fuck wit immitations
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Young Money nigga aint no limitations
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I dont play games niggas simulation
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Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?
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Its a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out of it
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Thats word to the glock.. Glock in my sock
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who's left playin shields better stop at the dot
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Hold up
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 3:]
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Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
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She came with problems, fuck it thats my step sons
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Sleepin in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
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And I keep the toast turn yo ass to bread crumbs
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Uhh based on a true story, I got a million flows they aint even 2 storys
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Sleepin on the edge, I hope I dont toss and turn
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Shoot down the early bird and thats how I get the worm yeah
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Real nigga university, alumni
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Just check my watch and that bitch say sometimes
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She say when Im in her it feel like Im soul searchin
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And they say money talks, well its my spokes person
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Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
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I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
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Young Money in the power
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Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin flower
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Hold up
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Hold up
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Wait a minute
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Hold up
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Hold up
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[Chorus - x2:]
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Huslte till nightfall
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Party till sunrise
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Guns in the boxes
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Dont make this a gun fight
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Fuck them other niggas
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Fuck them niggas bitches
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Benadryl shit
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Trigga finger itches
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Hold up
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Hold up
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Wait a minute
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Hold up
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Hold up
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Hold Up
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