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  • Текст песни Lil Wayne - BM J.R.

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    [Baby Talking]
    Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
    I peep these niggaz out here they slipping like they ain't bout
    money no more man, so what fuck
    You know what we gon' do ha?
    We gon' do what we been doing nigga
    We gon' load up, get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em'
    Nigga
    Keep fucking hoes
    Loading up on mo' bitches
    Then you know what I'm saying, we gon' get greedy too nigga
    I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind
    [Lil Wayne] I GOT IT
    I GOT IT

    [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
    Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
    If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
    And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
    Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
    Yeah
    I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody
    Get fucked ya play pussy
    We hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
    And the head shots took him
    Damn
    And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
    Knock his top to his bottom jack
    You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
    At the very bottom of the map
    Lou-easy-ana piranhas everywhere you at
    You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
    You bitch could get it for acting like a man
    Them niggaz in Pakistan ain't packin' like ya man
    I back his hand ya man on command
    In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam
    I'm on, I am just in different climates, ducking the animal keep on running wit
    my primates
    You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
    Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
    And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
    Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
    You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa,
    what the fuck they play it in the club for ?
    Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war,
    no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
    Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushing lord
    Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
    I'm just trying to dodge the shots they send to the god
    They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
    Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for "I"
    The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side
    Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
    Cause when you wilding you ain't looking, you just looking high
    and when we hungry you look like pie
    Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly
    Don't make me get the biscuit buster
    What up gizzle you my distant brother
    Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
    I skip the fronting and sticks to keeping it trill
    You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
    I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
    Rest in peace

    [Baby talking]
    Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
    If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,
    if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
    And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya
    Order bitch, ya underdig
    Put ya prints in nigga
    Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll

    [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
    Ay, ay
    You sleep in a field for trying the dude
    I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
    Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
    I lie his body in grease set fire to him
    I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
    Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
    Damn
    I'm near heating and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
    Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
    And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
    yea
    And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
    I keep the eight
    Haha
    My side pocket sideway

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