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Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to ya Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman junior, huh Fool was smile but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cuz I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy Sucking on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and |
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Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...) This how we gon' do this... up the turntables, Wolfe, get on the keyboard... And we gon' run it, ya heard... |
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| 4. |
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(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin {Caller)-hello {Big Tigger}-yo {caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit {Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? {caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth {Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh |
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| 5. |
| 4:42 |
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Ladies and gentlemen This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm That just burn baby, burn baby, burn Pop open a malt liquor Smoke something until your scalp gets killed Gangstas and pimps Love lobsters and shrimps Kool-Aid and chicken Flashy things and women All I need Is Remy and weed Somebody not afraid To go some for my Escalade I'm just pimping Baby you got a rule for me Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me Hey you gotta get high and go low for me It's Cash Money young money never know money It's 500 Degreez it's not fool But it and the dro got me so scummy And to drum hole a whole hundred Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy Hehe, man Weezy's a legend You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel And he be on a level that's so terrific I'm in this bitch hold your pictures And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it This is game at its finest homie Peep it See I was born from a gangsta Pa gave me a whip Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents One of a kind Birdman I shine 22's on it? The bitch ain't mine I taught her the game ma I gave it all to her Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him [Lil Wayne] The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna Mannie Fresh Jazze Phezz |
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| 6. |
| 4:03 |
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I love myself I love what I am I love who I is I love Weezy Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga And I don't love other niggaz But I love other niggaz bitches I love 20-inches on everything I sit in I love my nappy hair I love the shit I wear You gotta love the squad-ad girl If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad Get outta here You people love the shit I pop in your ear You gon love the shit I do to hip-hop this year You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this year I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era; you gotta love me That I know ma love me just cuz I got a lot of money But I love that girl too, but I love that girl too I let y'all know me and I would love to know you Now come on Everything that I love in this world Has gotta be the greatest thing in this world if I love it Cuz, I love this, I love that, I love y'all because Everything in this world is just love I know you probably love the bar, right You love to live that big dog life You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here And I love to see you do so I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl He probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl I love an all white pearls Six with the two pipes barrel kit I love to get it cracking in your girl lips I love to sip from bill I love to go hard purp-pill You love that I'm a star and got that work still Don't get it fucked because I love to work still And you won't love how the hurt feel How getting mirked feel And I love how getting |
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| 3:40 |
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Uh-oh, uh-oh You know how we do it Weezy and Petey, baby Ya'know This here is 500 Degreez Holla at 'em dogg Cuz I know I ain't dreaming I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy Switching it up Fuck it put them things on the truck What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up Hating me kinky licks talking so much Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking You want to You ain't built to squabble with us I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus I drink your water up Cool off I'm leaving with something They leaving you something crop stolen An asshole heard it Hip on purpose Dre I did what you told me I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working Keep me a burner Poison that I grab in the morning Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated I keep waiting I hear your name in the papers |
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| 0:58 |
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(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin {Caller)-hello {Big Tigger}-yo {caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit {Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? {caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth {Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh |
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| 9. |
| 4:22 |
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The streets make the hustlas Hustlas make the world go round The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas See how shit come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it See how shit come back round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz And you know I put the mags on that .45 mack with the flash on that Who want it Everybody sing along Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete And when I move, I move out with the raw I move out with the squad To his album we ride we so mob I throw lives and lowest to live For my loaf of bread the people's player I did what the culture said And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled I'm pumping o's with lots of hay I'm so high and really I don't even know why And oh I just go buy a whole house And lay my mat down lay her back down But I never put my mack down You see the thug in me You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B If you want it then come to |
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| 10. |
| 3:51 |
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All my niggaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!) All my soldiers if you with me Where you at? (OH!) All my hustlaz if you with me Where you at? (OH!) Where you at? (OH!) Where you at? Say (OH!) Niggaz if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Soldiers if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Hustlaz if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Say, say (OH!) Say, say (OH!) Aye (OH!) I come and do my thang and hold down my SIDE Single Street man throw my set up HIGH Weezy Wee gang call them boys that SQUAD That Squad...SQUAD UP! YOU KNOW And WE get a lot of dough on the strength of ME Get a lot of 'dro for the strength of FEE Get a lot of blow But keep that on the D D what?...DL! YOU KNOW And OH you don't wanna fuck with a nigga 'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger Leave a nigga on the FLO' Truly I don't buck with you nigga Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga Bitch man is an itch to a rich man WHOA '20s on the six with the kicks sitting LOW Sticky in my swish man gasoline FLO' Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW YA KNOW! Aye (OH!) Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the Ass up high the front dip drip BAM Mami like DAMN Lil' Wayne STOP PLAYING Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R. Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter YEAH! Tity baby put it in the AIR I'm jumping out this atmoSPHERE And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a PLAYER Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs You see |
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| 4:07 |
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You gotta walk like a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like a (player) And get it like a (hustler) You gotta walk like a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like a (player) And get it like a (hustler) Because I won't let y'all worry me I got something chrome that I carry with me It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me I'm the seventeen don till they bury me Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya Stunting in the gray uh Shortie play your player Slick clean hey ya Fifteen riding with me spray ya You don't want no drama with me play fa Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking Plus my late pops still looking Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me And that's how Weezy Wee be And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo Knowing on my waist is the sizzo Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential I stick to my mental Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple Forget I'm getting rich for a cent Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you 90 on the highway seeing what the whip do Cops get behind me they want see the whip too S-Q professor C-M-B alumni Everybody else fails except the young guy Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine Got th |
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| 3:46 |
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You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack Bitch niggas where ya hearts at? Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us Bitch niggas where ya cars at? They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?" I'm about to bring CMR back And all the lames, we done lost that And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back "Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back And the wheels on my car you got all of that Stop playing, I've been balling jack You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them cats You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats I get all them gats Fresh and B it's all a rap! If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that? You don't want to fuck with Weezy You don't want to fuck with Weezy Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there round Niggas get your cash up We probably need to clash up And shit got me 'bout ass up They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up and guess what And I heard they got a nice chain And for the right price I'll bust the right brain And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling Riding through the city just me and my friend Friday night special, professional tight aim A gangsta is who you hearing Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling I'm more real than, I got more scrill than Got mo |
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| 3:30 |
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It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet Gazer seats hold the bare floors I faithfully hold to pimp whores You ate with me and you gon get yours This eight with me that's bullets through doors Got haze in me now I'm so tall Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more And now or later I'm major player I ball right I need an agent player Ay ma you tight you need to page a player That's so tonight you can taste a player I got the burner on the waist if you flinching My shit turning on 28-inches My shit burning like 500 plus And this album's a three permer and a clutch 247 (Yes, sir) I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard) Not here I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain Bang my thing till no more lane remain Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop The Birdman my daddy and we fly south And we don't go to work man we get work out And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought Niggaz is selling and you should be buying Niggaz is telling and you should be dying Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop I got ya slick this my year don't knock Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock Wo |
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| 4:33 |
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I met her when I was young and she was younger With a body like woman so her age meant nothing I had to get her number After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer I'm wishing I could hit her all summer And all she ever wanted Was for young Weezy to love her But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her But that didnt come easy 'Cuz she ended up being my baby's mother and then I felt smothered but little did I know I'd never find the same girl inside another But I never thought that I'd be looking for her And I never thought that late at night When I'm in the mix...laying down with some chick That suddenly it'll click How this broad in my drawers dont know shit Bout what I did 'fore I was big When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be She screamed to me (What?) My love, my patience, my pain (OK) Nigga please I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I met her after the fame And she aint even like me but I got her after the game Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang Made her into wifey and then reality changed It was going good...I was happy again But then things got rapidly strange And it had to be Wayne She was still a virgin What more could I ask from a dame But I was a bastard...I asked for the pain Now my ass in the rain And she got a new life...the picture flipped And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit) And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend |
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| 4:12 |
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Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy) Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) 'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy) Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes All the niggas on the block that got that work to move It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth The hood still ain't got over the drout So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house I'm a boss man, I watch over the South Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini) Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey You know we only, keepin it gangsta Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weez |
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| 18. |
| 1:25 |
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Baby"Ghetto Biotch!
(chorus)'what does lif mean to me? cars clothes an a lot of jewerly. what does life mean to me? a fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty. What does life mean to me? drinken, pimpen an a whole lot of weed. what does life mean to me? every things right what we said, please believe me (Baby) "Talken" |
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| 3:38 |
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(Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, C'mon (Get that dough) Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro (Get that dough) Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, Wooo (Get that dough) Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro I pull up slow, chrome flashin lil daddy in a long Cabbi Big hat pimp strong daddy Got my hoes on my arm daddy Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro earthly green, purple weed, purple V, with purple seats, murck the streets And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back hoe I know ya will, get ya ass over here And take off my polar bear I'm the coldest player of most my age Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old And shorty got crazy paper Cash Money's my army, my navy paper Understand, Weezy is made of paper I got "Baby" paper Floss our bitch, or get tossed out Stunna time criss-crossed out Birdman the bad bitches bossed out So fly nigga we dont walk out Time to get Nina Rossed out I'ma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out What's the muthafuckin talk bout Get you niggaz chalked out Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy) I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand See I come through shinin, known big tymin |
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| 3:45 |
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You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more I'm good with a pina, daq and an o Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat Still packing fo sho Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini That's why I keep the federals scheming That's why I keep the platinum blinging Every diamond's like a nice size I help people with problems look at the bright side With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high And the rims born in '79 Weezy carry the nine glocks Slipping they gon have to get six niggaz name called carry a pine box Marry me ma, not But here's what you can do to me Give me good brains tutor me W-E-E-Z-Y Wee They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy Banana clip on the heater Banana whip on them sneakers Banana dick going deeper Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n Got your girl undercover like a detective woman I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach And the pistols right next to him cousin I'm a player having sex with dozens Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands My pants is down her dress is up Her head down and her neck is tough She suck till I say, "That's enough!" We fuck till her ass fractured up And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff Am I a mack or what Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch Are you modeling ma She got her own whip so you following ma She said she like that squad shit So oh you swallowing ma She said she like that hot dick Well miss |
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| 3:20 |
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(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin {Caller)-hello {Big Tigger}-yo {caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit {Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? {caller}yeah u know wut I mean aint nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha fuckin helicopters come from the fuckin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin earth {Big Tigger}-yeah he aint bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh heh |
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