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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
This here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around,spray tha town,take tha ground,take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy
Shout Out to everybody man But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit U understand me This real rock shit Its gettin real crazy But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to Cuz i know ya'll like that shit I know y'all like that shit I know y'all like that shit And uh just in case if y'all want to know What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out I had said uh Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go Oh oh oh Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest Add another check to my checkin and savins And afour fs to the weezy f baby Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby Dedication 3 we out this hoe Actually we in yo hoe Wayne Talkin..... I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08) (DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4, Bitch I Feel Me! Yea!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!! I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it Hey i do it way bigger than u did it I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me I get real ignorant Cruel really cruel When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly Who really pourin with us? Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass I can rap fast but i like slow better....why? Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly With no feathers And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me Yea and y'all niggers phony I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them Haha y'all really don't want me And i blast off on beat She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me I told ya |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross me you monkey Sleeping on 50s and 20 Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties Drama and cannon demand it Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick they vomit Put some more commas in front of it Drama got Gucci he stuntin' Gucci and Drama we done it We got so much money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends Money, money he owe money money he blow Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly man Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'? Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe I'm on my hustle (Man) You already know. I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh You talking Oz but selling halves Where your connect? How much you got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Da da grillz, da da da grillz
Da da grillz, da da da grillz Da da grillz, da da da grillz Da da grillz, da da da da da I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) I gotta put it in the streets like yellow lines It's so wet, lil' Mama need a yellow sign 'Cause you might slip and fall in love with it On the lo shawty, you can get, get, get it I'm in the club, got the bitches staring, pointing You fuck with me tonight, tomorrow you'll need a hair appointment I'm in a fresh white tee, every wrinkle gone The yellow lights flashing like I got my blinkers on I was doing me, smokin' kush, drinkin' 'tron Shawty came down the stairs, gettin' her slinky on She said, "I drip like a faucet, bring a sink along Or your room gonna look like someone left the sprinklers on" I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) When I leave the club with a broad, you know we fucking Come home with me, I don't want no number or nothing Grab hold to her, put that pole to her Beat the pussy up, tryna tear a new hole through her Long dick daddy in a DTS caddy I done pimped from Florida to Cincinnati Drive a bitch batty, got her brain going wild She don't love me she love my doggy style, screaming Daddy, come fuck me, come fuck me You're like a vacuum girl, the way you suck me Pull your hair, spank that ass quick roughly I know the flavor of love and you bucky Girl, trust me, I make you feel incredible Pussy is edible I make it wet no man could do it better boo Your head good you got a future ahead of you, la I been waiting, tonight, girl, it's on I'm a bring the weed and bottles of patron You ain't been with me yet, you ain't really screamed yet I'm a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (beat it up) Take your clothes off, it's alright It's going down girl, all night See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise That pussy hot girl and it's so tight I been waiting for you to give me the green light See baby, we gettin' popping all in the moonlight Wanna see if you can get freaky until the sunrise? |
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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh... L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it comes to robbery Nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D. Fresh Coogi sweater The cleanest Lyrics is the meanest Understand my English Nigga, I'm a genius Ice like a snow cone Writin' in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack To sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects To million dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break 'em all down In and out of every trap All through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G. Young Money merger I'm a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension [Jae Millz] I don't need nothing but my niggas And enough weed to go around A tinted sedan some grams and a loaded pound Fuck what another nigga think of me I'm thinkin' multi-millions He thinkin' G's Nigga please Get your mind right Fuck tryna be fresh Get your grind right Cuz I'm like So in another league I throw my pitches At different degrees And I Sparil my pigskins At different speeds And I hit threes Cuz at different times I release My shot cold Nigga, I'm hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money bitch! The game needs us Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains Royal suites, private planes Palm trees, big change I can't complain I made a promise to myself That I'll never be a have-not Nigga fuck bein' broke Shit Before that day come I'll A.K. stamp ya When there's beef I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler Fuck what you heard In the booth I goes off Like the lights if you ain't payin' It's the third And you already two months late witcha bill Clown nigga you's a lame Bitch nigga I'm Millz! Young Moula [Gudda Gudda] If you didn't, now you know It's the million dollar nigga Wit' the million dollar flow Icicle chain Got a million dollar glow Quarter mill' for the gang If you tryna book a show Templates on the Bentley Ridin' through the 'jects Got a pocket fulla money Nigga, hand on my tec I'm demandin' respect I'm a man to respect Disrespect your man Put my hand 'round his neck It's no other than Gudda Gudda man Still 'bout my money Nigga, fuck another man I'm on the paper chase All about the hustle man I be climbin' through your window Like I'm fuckin' Broadman Look I'm Shady Aftermath Put your head in a scope A bank roll with the bucks It's what these young niggas killin' for The game dirty On the streets tryna deal yayo Fifty clips at his hat Leave a peeled potato [Lil' Wayne] I call my Nina Bay like San Diego Get me twisted I'm a turn into a tornado And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago You stay But I'ma let that A.K. go Rawer than Qualo Shoot you like Halo Give yo' ass a halo These bitches walk around actin' like they J.Lo Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe Hey hoe, how you doing? Me? I'm doing every fuckin' thang Smokin' them dykes I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne Haha And bitch I'm greedy But if I keep eatin' you rappers I'll get sugar diabities Sweetie I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinkin'? Kill, kill, murder And Benjamin Franklin Your girlfriend is into them gangstas And me bein' a gangsta I get into your girlfriend I stay still when the world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman You heard me? You heard him? Him bein' me And we are better than All y'all bitches, niggas, hoes Enemies, foes Threes, twos, ones But these dudes won |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
I, I know that you've been holding that bag for me
Yes, she spoils me like I'm a baby And she holds nothing back from me So on? nights, I'm her baby Shes pushing her body like a glock Making that tick go tock (yep) She twist at twelve, down to the ground And she doin it all night long for the boys She do it nice and low But just for the boy Two free songs But just for the boy I call her boomerang When she doing her thang She throw it, then she bring it right back It's her and patrone, all night long But just for the boy I get tipper love Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now She show me tipper love Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now She show me tipper love I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face Twice a week now She show me tipper love She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time She give me tipper love She give me tipper love Soon as I walk in this (motha, Fu*ka) You already know that I'm the (motha, Fu*ka) I'm looking at her booty like (motha, Fu*ka) Them haters lookin at me like, you (motha, Fu*ka) Shes pushing her little body like a glock Making that tick go tock (yep) She twist at twelve, down to the ground And she doin it all for the boys She do it nice and low But just for the boy She give me two free songs But just for the boy I call her boomerang When she doing her thang She throw it, then she bring it right back It's her and patrone, all night long But just for the boy I get tipper love Spent so much, that the girls just show me love now She show me tipper love Spent so much that I only pull out dubs now She show me tipper love I ain't saying I'm a freak, but I gotta see her face Twice a week now She show me tipper love She don't mind, even if I come thru at night time She give me tipper love She give me tipper love |