[Lil Wayne] Uh, kush and a Swisher, money over bitches Never kill a woman, unless she a witness All about my business, survival of the fittest She let me hide my weed in her titties Bitch, I got the cash... in a rubberband I got the Glock... already cocked - BOOM Fuckin witta nigga, meet my muddahfuckin goons Sorry 4 the Wait, Carter IV comin soon Light it up... 'cause I'ma smoker She tried to deep throat, I fucked around and choked her It's Young Money muddahfucker game over Shots leave your body lookin like you doin yoga And Lord knows I am a sinner, pain pills for dinner Bitch I'm gettin money like I got a money printer Got a chopper and a trimmer, shootin like Jimmer You comin in that water boy, you better be a swimmer I ain't worryin 'bout y'all, I'm sittin in my hog While Ms. Anita Baker say +You Bringing Me Joy+ I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys And we all yell, "FUCK YOU BITCH!"and kept goin I'm on... and that's right, baby I ain't goin out this bitch without a fight, baby One request, please don't bite, baby I got some bomb-ass pussy from a white lady I ain't lyin, I'ma shine like a nickel or a diamond I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind Girl... stop talkin that shit Gon' suck a nigga dick for a new outfit ...And even if the sky come fallin ...Bitch I'ma still be high I got faith in my weed. man But lil' niggaz got yay by the bean bag Hit yo' ass from the side like a screen pass And that red bandana is the team flag Yeaaaah, all up in ya fucking face 'Tez pushed the album back, sorry 4 the Wait
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