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Yes sir, three
Ha, I love this shit
So let me talk my shit, uh haha
Okay I'm good


[Lil Wayne]
I know you see the gwap, cause gettin' money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch, keep my passenger seat warm

Leg hangin' out the window you, you ain't got these on
Bitch holla it is Lil Weezy, they cannot see me
They are like Stevie
, I am buryin' a ton like Levy
I circle ya house like B.B, colder then the Heebie Jeebies
Never give freebies, seventy-five thousand for these fees
Shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks my pockets on Creatine
Young Money, Dipset nigga we a team
If you don't like it nigga fuck you, No Vaseline
I peel off in the Lamborghin', like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shakin like a tamborine
Like a bitch with some lips like Angeli-na Joli
Holy, God flow, I go where no other guy go
Fuck you ho I'm so 5-0-4
I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop that's my ho
I know-she know I like it wet don't won't no dry ho

Okay bitch I am D-Boy, no decoy

And I will straight up destroy, any boy or man
And I prefer money, then bitches-or just reefer
We are Young Money, bitch and I am the leader
We are Currency, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard
And these niggas soft, they should be rappin' in leotards
Nigga we in charge, Baby put me in charge
And I'm just murderin' niggas, free of charge

Ya dig, just holla back, I see you Sarge
I'm so motherfuckin' high, I can eat a star

Yeah let me upgrade ya, you may not be a model but I can front page you
You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can fuck later
Sittin' in the Coupe, lookin' like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back, listenin' to Anita Baker

Ridin' by myself, smokin weed by the acre
Holly Grove gator
, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some bullet holes, the size of craters

You ain't heard the latest
Weezy F, the greatest
Battle anybody nigga fuck over your favorite

It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we gettin dough like a bakery
I don't really want to, but these niggas makin' me
Put a motherfucker on ice, like the Maple Leafs
That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team
But I'm a champion, where's the fuckin Rocky theme
Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
I'm a monster everyday is Halloween
A lot of syrup, a lot of pills, and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pot of peas
And if you hatin' baby you can get a side of these
These nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow please

Yeah I'm so hot, I freeze
Big balls and they jangle like a lot keys
Even deaf bitches say hi to me
She tell a blind bitch and she say I gotta see


Young Carter, darlin'
Understand, I am Michael Jordan ballin'
Yes I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya homie
I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, Mami
Let me upgrade you, let me upgrade you
Weezy

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