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Amen (Feat. Boo)
Lil Wayne
Gangsta Grillz ya bastards
There's a couple married bietches
In the building
Fucked them!
I get that? I get that pussy
Nothing
I see you niggas got no life.
Sixth Sense
She said she wanna
Fuck my brains out.
But she gonna have to
Suck this dick first!
Preach!
She sat on my dick,
She sat on my face
I told that bitch she got good seats
Man, these niggas softer than fleece
2-D niggas, and they obliques.
You talked that shit,
I knock you out,
Now go ahead and talk in your sleep
Bitch you know the motto!
It's Young Money over hoes
Lying to these bitches,
They call my dick Pinnochio
Gettin' to the money,
Now the money getting to me
She say very dick is hung like a jury
I'm on the track: DOA
Some of these niggas be DEA
Money tall: NBA
Broke niggas: SMH
Hit em like Canseco
But she be like "No way Jose!"
I got all that white
What you call that? OKKK!
Every night I go hard
She blow me like Boston George
She like it in he ass,
Mouth and pussy 3 car garage!
These niggas in false alarms
The don't mean no fuckin harm
He baby let's make a porn!
Ba-bum! Devil horns
You know that
I ain't got no ceilings
The money changed me,
I'm making chameleons
Only God can judge me,
Can't appeal it
In the name of the Father,
Son, Holy Spirit
Amen!
Tell them alphabet boys
It's a "G" thing
I've got a street sweeper.
Do you need your street cleaned?
Young Money bitch!
We colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared,
Mufucka go to church!
Preach!Security breach
I'm on that grass harder than cleats
I'm on that gas, y'all on E
Nigga my cash out of your reach
I run shit like the reverend
She get on her knees for this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings
Church!
Just a way of life.
Bought my mama a crib
Bought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune
Now they think I'm a star
Damn I love this life
Wouldn't trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers in falling
Cause they ain't standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so
I don't hear haters talking
Plus these bitches be stalking
Trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church
When the pussy gets purchase
Got a bitch so bad she make
A player get nervous
Now good ain't goog enough
And my hood is hood as fuck
I be praying for them shorties
Trynna get their dollars up
Swag so dope you
Probably think I'm dealing
And I only give head if baby
Girl swallow children
Boo ain't got a ghost and
Bitches still be catch the holy ghost
She say she want to get high
I hit her with that on my overcoat
Only ride foreigh
We don't do 100 spokes
When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you fuck boys
Skate gear I'm a truck boy
On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy
compositores: Andrew Wyatt, Dwayne Carter, Jacob Banks, Matthew Holmes, Michael Williams, Nathaniel Warner, Philip Leigh
There's a couple married bietches
In the building
Fucked them!
I get that? I get that pussy
Nothing
I see you niggas got no life.
Sixth Sense
She said she wanna
Fuck my brains out.
But she gonna have to
Suck this dick first!
Preach!
She sat on my dick,
She sat on my face
I told that bitch she got good seats
Man, these niggas softer than fleece
2-D niggas, and they obliques.
You talked that shit,
I knock you out,
Now go ahead and talk in your sleep
Bitch you know the motto!
It's Young Money over hoes
Lying to these bitches,
They call my dick Pinnochio
Gettin' to the money,
Now the money getting to me
She say very dick is hung like a jury
I'm on the track: DOA
Some of these niggas be DEA
Money tall: NBA
Broke niggas: SMH
Hit em like Canseco
But she be like "No way Jose!"
I got all that white
What you call that? OKKK!
Every night I go hard
She blow me like Boston George
She like it in he ass,
Mouth and pussy 3 car garage!
These niggas in false alarms
The don't mean no fuckin harm
He baby let's make a porn!
Ba-bum! Devil horns
You know that
I ain't got no ceilings
The money changed me,
I'm making chameleons
Only God can judge me,
Can't appeal it
In the name of the Father,
Son, Holy Spirit
Amen!
Tell them alphabet boys
It's a "G" thing
I've got a street sweeper.
Do you need your street cleaned?
Young Money bitch!
We colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared,
Mufucka go to church!
Preach!Security breach
I'm on that grass harder than cleats
I'm on that gas, y'all on E
Nigga my cash out of your reach
I run shit like the reverend
She get on her knees for this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings
Church!
Just a way of life.
Bought my mama a crib
Bought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune
Now they think I'm a star
Damn I love this life
Wouldn't trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers in falling
Cause they ain't standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so
I don't hear haters talking
Plus these bitches be stalking
Trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church
When the pussy gets purchase
Got a bitch so bad she make
A player get nervous
Now good ain't goog enough
And my hood is hood as fuck
I be praying for them shorties
Trynna get their dollars up
Swag so dope you
Probably think I'm dealing
And I only give head if baby
Girl swallow children
Boo ain't got a ghost and
Bitches still be catch the holy ghost
She say she want to get high
I hit her with that on my overcoat
Only ride foreigh
We don't do 100 spokes
When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you fuck boys
Skate gear I'm a truck boy
On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy
compositores: Andrew Wyatt, Dwayne Carter, Jacob Banks, Matthew Holmes, Michael Williams, Nathaniel Warner, Philip Leigh
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