f/ Lil Wayne & Birdman
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[Verse 1: Juvenile]
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Juvenile, I'm throwback
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Like '80 something, I go back
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Them brown bags, I sold that
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Them street corners, I know that
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Appetite, I'm so hungry
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Democrat, I go donkey
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Weed head, I'm junkey
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White boy, I smoke honkeys
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Niggas like, "What Juvie on?"
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"He's wildin' out, he's straight trippin'"
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Ya'll niggas is straight pussy
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And ya'll are about to be rape victims
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Boy im fucking with truckloads
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Started off from an eight ball
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Like airplanes on a runway
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A real nigga goin' take off
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I'm the reason my street hot
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Still stick to my G-code
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Tees, Bo's and my Reeboks
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And I'm cheesed up; I've got cheetos
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I told ya'll I'll quit beefin'
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I'm chillin dawg, I'm on rehab
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My lawyer told me my record clean and if ya'll fuck with me I might relapse
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Like Noriega got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas I'm pimpin
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Laws keepin' their distance, ain't no penetratin' my system
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Bad boy and I puff it
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HotBoy, get stuffy
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My main bitch got a black card and she'll spend it all cause she love me
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[Hook x2: Lil Wayne]
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Bitch I'm picture perfect
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I paint a perfect picture
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I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
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Man I hate the thirsty bitches
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Cut them off like circumcision
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I'm the type to talk shit and it'd be words of wisdom
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[Verse 2: Birdman]
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Monster, killa, real nigga hustla on the reala
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My nigga- a dope dealer, dealer
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Hustler, shinin'
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A Big Tymer nigga
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So high on my grind I'll be high flyin nigga
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With my strapped up, my guns tight
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These niggas know I get money
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Come from Uptown nigga
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Where a killin' take just a few hundreds
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Blast, past
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Smokin on that pound
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Shinin with my round when my nigga touched down
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100 keys on his feet shinin on them 23's
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Blowin o's, fuckin hoes
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Watch me throw another G
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Strapped in this field nigga
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Me and my lil' young nigga
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Ridin' around your town nigga
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Gettin' nothin' but money nigga
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One hunnid!
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[Hook x2: Lil Wayne]
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[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
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Uh, tried to fuck the world, can't fit
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Pockets fat as Saint Nick
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All I've got is my niggas
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Cause a bitch still ain't shit
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And I've got kush all in my swisher
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These niggas is tissue
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I don't believe these niggas
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Cause I don't believe in superstitions
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Juvie, I gotcha
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Dreads like rasta, hair like pasta, I go meatballs
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I get up in that ass and hit it as fast as Chinese ping-pong
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And my bitch, she got that fire
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My homie got that iron
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But I tell 'em put it away or you could get punched like a Hawaiian
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Bitch it's Tunechi F Baby
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I'm a original HotBoy
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My dick feel like a prisoner cause this bitch got lockjaw
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I'm so feelin my self
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Truk everybody else
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My redbone is ice cold, I'mma fuck the bitch till she melts
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Uhh
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[Hook: Lil Wayne]
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[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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Bitch I'm N-O till I G-O
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I can't change if I tried
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I look to my left, I look to my right
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And time ain't on my side
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So that's why I like my blunt fat and outta shape
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Money on my mind
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Pussy on my face
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Tunechi!
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[Hook x2: Lil Wayne]
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Picture Perfect
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| Juvenile |
