(lyrics are written by Lil wayne) Im a muther fuckin g
Comin from under the smuthering of the slum
Im bundlin up a ton
Im pumpin by the bumpin the road
Ill leave you slumped in the road
If ever pumpin bout my bump in tha road
Come for no drama
Im only tryna
Get up my dollas my partnas is screamin squad up
Im tryna get my squad up
Holla at ya boy
Im move so pose
On old school boys
Ima mack mami kill that noise
I got crack kronik in that boy
I aint just jumped off tha porch ive been that boy
Fee ima win that boy
I dont even know where to begin that story about your wodie
Im younger than Kobe
Vet like Rob Horry
I made it hot bubbly ya buddy is gettin chubbier then Nore
Honey say her hubby getting boring
So honey be bout money when you snoring
Stuffin from her gummies to her tummy to overies
Its over man
Bet you dont know a man
Like the man
From that hollygrove land
That'll body yo man
My shotty 4 crame hollo grams
To yo noggle man
Head shot you mind boggle man
I am the throw back youngin im bout to bring it back to lottos fam
And bet i shit with multiple color symbols
All of the shit ive been threw
Cause me to have my guards up over the gods mental
Raw deep dark talk will offend you
500 confidential la mark that the spark has been rekindled
Good morning im tuned
Shorty the do
Gucci border my shoes
Hoochie all in my groove
Damn Wayne dookie hard on you fools
You gotta smell me
Eat slan lord shit go down you gotta tell me
Gangsta nigga
I aint ya nigga
19 got game like an achent nigga
Wayne came to paint ya kitchen
Drap ya floors
Cover ya ceiling
Rape ya whore
Smuffle ya children
Take ya feelings
Take it core
Shit if this was the cell block id take ya store
If this was the block i would be movin an 8th or more
But i swoar threw the block in that grape bizzare
I see hate galore
But I straight ignore
Cause my cake is more
Peep how your date adore
Probably skate with yours
Take her straight indoors
Clean face make her taste my pores
Give it to her till her waist is sore
Shake the boy
Go up in ya lady raw
Make ya lady roar
And if shes late as yours
I got snakes in my yard
But i stay off the lawn
If a hater inform
Take his head and his arm
Got tha lead in my palm
Infered on tha dome
As Smith-and-West
I aim at ya chest
I bang with tha best
I hang with tha SQ killas
Niggas is gangsta to death
Thats Louie V from the ankle to neck
I move a V threw the block in a jex
No top no shirt people be like Pac in the checks
Stop in jex
Shop in the jex
Who knows
Twelve hundred for 2 O's
Crucial ya hottin up
And when my crew show up
Yall squadin up

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