[Lil' Wayne]
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[Gibberish noises]
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Look, look, look
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I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim
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The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp
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Do not introduce me to your chic, that'll get her flip
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I'ma try not to mention that I'm rich, but it'll slip
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I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty
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Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion
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Open mouth and it'll beam like the sun is emergin
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When I'm out, women scream like they thumbin a virgin
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Hummers be swervin like I'm passin y'all in speeding go-carts
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She think she look like a basketball season score chart
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Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin
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When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin
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Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction
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Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson
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BMW motorcycle drag racing dawg
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That playas raw call'em "Lil' Wayne the Don"
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[Chorus x2: Lil' Wayne]
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When we come through you know how we do, dog
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(shoo, shoo) up the insterstate with the roof off
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We be shinin in diamonds very blue, dog
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Just the life in the ice'll make ya cool off
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[B.G.]
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Damn, I like to rep, I like to shine, I like to look good
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[Lil' Wayne]
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B.Geezy let them niggas know
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[B.G.]
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I come through in somethin new, hoes hollerin' "Look at him!"
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That be the Hot Boy they call "Bling Bling Slim"
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Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out
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Everybody lookin and sayin "damn he iced out"
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The chain I got on costs more than your dream house
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Presidential Roley, don't even want talk about
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Say whodi look at your bitch - she drooling from the mouth
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Wanna ride wit lil' B.G. and wildout
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Don't trip, let her come dip wit me dawg
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I share them lips wit Weezy 'til she get locked jaws
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I'm a fool wit it, niggas know but don't want admit it
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It's cool, long as you respect me, I'm chillin
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Cross the line I draw for ya - it's a killin
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It's gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka brain spillin
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Until then I'm reppin, Stuntin flossed out
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You see me if you up north and I'm down south
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[Chorus]
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[B.G.]
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Nigga don't think I changed, I grew up doin good
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Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair cut in the hood
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Never forget where I come from, I'm too real
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Never for get the days I had to get it how I live
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But it's better now; I'm on another level now
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I got cheddar now; I got my shit together now
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I'm livin swell nigga, I'm givin hoes hell nigga
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My broad is in order, I refuse to fail nigga
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Benzos, Beamers, and Bentleys
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Man I'm ballin, go to a dice game wit a hundred G's
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Lose it - laugh about it - nigga like me don't miss it
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Make a phone call get my bitch to come bring me 50
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True that, it's all gravy, I get that there from Baby
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When I struggle niggas love me - now they can't take me
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But as long as they don't fuck wit me - I don't worry bout'em
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But if they fuck wit me - you gone have to worry bout'em
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[Chorus]
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[Gibberish noises sounding like the chorus]
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Just the life in the ice'll make ya cool of
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U Know How We Do
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B.G. |