[Lil' Wayne]
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Ha.. I'm.. so cool
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[Baby]
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Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
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[LW]
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Bird.. man
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[B]
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I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga
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[LW]
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Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
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[B]
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You feel me?
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When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
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So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
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And it got to be the best of the best
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One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
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[Lil' Wayne]
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See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
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Milk this game 'til it's sour
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Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
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Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
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The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
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Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
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You try join him, I can help you with that
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I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
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You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
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Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
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I'm Weezy fuck it
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Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
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And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
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And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
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Cuz that's him
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[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
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Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
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We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
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The cops on my trail so my track I switch
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See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this
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[Baby]
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Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
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Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
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I see the same ol' shit
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and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
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Disrespect that Nolia dogg
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Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
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And make a nigga understand
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when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
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I'm tryin' to make a few million
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buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
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And go and raise my children
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Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
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I bring ya back '84
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Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
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Cuz we was doin' it dogg
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Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' Wayne]
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Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
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and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
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and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
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But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
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And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
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Like the strings on the guitar
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And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
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Only to cut off the lights, g'night
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[Baby]
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Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
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Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
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Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
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Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
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Shit, a hood rich high clique
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That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
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the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
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and go and get some more dough, nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Baby]
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Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
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Know what I'm sayin'?
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If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
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Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
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Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
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Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
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That's your shit nigga
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Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
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Birdman, made man nigga
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Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
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Fuck anything in between
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If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
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One
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Ain't Worried Bout Shit
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| Lil' Wayne |
