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Stay up on my grind yelling out stay 1hunnut till everyone everybody sitting 100hunnit

Young Money, syrup in the big shot Time to do the thing that's word to your wrist watch Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off Make the girls say my name like a roll call Pain killers got a n-gga bout ta doze off Big shit n-gga talk big sh-t n-gga Big bread bread like a picnic n-gga Shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga Money spread like germs get sick n-gga Yeaa, And f-ck them other n-ggas, 1 9 hundred who want I deliver Concrete shoes wont help in the river I don't care if you were Michael Phelps my n-gga I'm higher than a mothaf-cka elps my n-gga I'm flyer than a mothaf-cka stilt my n-gga Young Money sh-t top shelf my n-gga We the mothaf-ckas like Milf my n-gga Uhuhm, Flow like Syringes Yea I'm in my mode got a cold like... I wan in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk And everybody watch your back, wen your in the front You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles Why thank yous, if you a hater I'm eatin, yous a waiter Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider Holla at your guala, zoom later Young Tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga And if you think your sweet n-gga, buy a room n-gga Die or move n-gga, I'm on my gang sh-t, She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge Lightin up a mothaf-cking blunt, Stupid fruity swag like a mothaf-cka runt And I be with my dog like a mothaf-cking huntin Everyday of the week is the first day of the month Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the face We can get it poppin like a semi automatic And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty Rockstar tatted, big money addict Running this sh-t now I'm feelin athletic I I'm on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick Stop playin I'm fresher then a degree stick Street sh-t, well of course, I smoke mad weed I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back Haha, I need a massage, And when it comes to hoes man I got a collage Finger on the button, n-gga just stuntin If you aint the bank teller don't tell me nuntin Kush so strong you can smell me coming B-tch I go hard like the boy from 300 You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin Young Money baby we the sh-t weak stomachs No Ceilings... Mothaf-cka

Dope ass beat no doubt

🎙Not bad even for Lil Wayne as he basically can rap to any beat🎙

Yeah buddy coming off the tip top, no it's not a Tik Tok, Nigga check the wrist watch, IT's 12:00 that's high noon, Niggas be sleeping on me, cuz they hitting Snooze, But I'm Act an AZZ like a BaBoon I'm coming in riding on my Wave like The Big Kahun. Clean on the inside, Clean on the outside, my Car jus got an Ice Cream Paint Job, let's hope inside and take a ride, down the street and Cruz Waco Dr. Pull up at the store to get a 40, pack of Newport's and Cigarillos. Now that I rolled up the dro, where is lighter? It's time to smoke!! No Gas pedal cuz I'm moving real slow, got drank up in my cup, jus poured me a 4th. Swanging and banging, I'm Tippin on MoMo's, In case U didn't know we call them 84's. The diamonds in Necklace will keep ur eye's froze, they shinning so bright u can call it a Light Show. Bitches trying to touch my body and designers clothes, BT don't Mess with Texas We Live the Motto, Where the star on the flag stands on it's Own, Zero said One deep that how the song goes, was sum real shit let the Truth Be Told, my watch so sick it caught it's self a cold..Players down south always get chose, I don't HV friends and u can't trust these how's, Always staying down , I'm talking 10 toes, Niggas from that 3rd Coast always tlk in Code. Staying a Step of the Snitches and them Folks, dropping Info on the location of the dope. Now Who told? We don't know, between the Hatin Azz Niggas, or them Money Hungry Hoe's. I'm fucking thick Thotties til their hips get exposed , making bitches knees touch their elbows, BT I'm Suka fa Bitch with Pretty Toes High Yellow inside the Camouflage. New vehicle with the suicide doors, don't even ask ,Yes the roof is Gone, Rims keep Spinning that's the 24's. I Got 4 12's in my trunk, knocking Pictures off ur wall. Dark tint across all my Windows, So when the Camera Flashes I won't be Exposed. No pics for the Law or Federals it was an Open Rico now that Fed Case is Closed. No Evidence, No Visuals, Call me MJ a smooth Criminal, That's 23 but no Chicago Bull, Niggas I'm The Shit, Texas longhorn Manure. Hold up there's knocking at my door, oh it's jus my neighbor whose jus trying to score. So wat u need? Wat u Got? My Ice Cream is Straight Drop!! I don't know what u heard about me. But on the microphone I'm C.O.L.D. Check my Neck Piece that's I.C.E. But when I Add + my Pinky Ring it Equals= 32 degrees. The Same Temp that Makes Water Freeze. The Same reason Ur Woman missing. U call H.E.R. phn, She jus let's it Ring, She's Too Busy doing Strange Things in Between my Knee's.. Check Me? Pussy Niggas step up then Freeze, I say fuck it Mask on niggas We call it a Ski, Ur on a Slippery Slope the Colorado Rockies, I'm bout to Kool ur ass down by 50 degrees, Aw Oh!! Draco on the scene, 4-0 its a clean Sweep, I'm stomping Haterz out in my Eckoe Sneak's, On the Microphone I'm a beast so I'ma Eat. M.K.11 Fatality call me SubZero A.k.A. Mr. Freeze. U don't know my Name, Go and ask the Streets. Who kepts the Gas and Pills of Xtacy?? U already kno it who it be, L.I.L.C.R.A.Z.I.E. U can find me on 34th Trapin at the store N. W.A.C.O. Area Code 2:54!!

Its kash wassup

Young Money, syrup in the big shot Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off Make the girls say my name like a roll call Pain killers got a nigga bout ta doze off Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga Big bread bread like a picnic nigga Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga Money spread like germs get sick nigga Yeaa, And fuck them other niggas, 1 9 hundred who want It, I deliver Concrete shoes wont help in the river I dont care if you were Michael Phelps my nigga I'm higher than a mothafucka Alps my nigga I'm flyer than a mothafucka stealth my nigga Young Money shit top shelf my nigga We them mothafuckas like Milf my nigga UhUhm, Flow like Syringes Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci I was in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk And everybody watch your back, when your in the front

Richie love Lil Wayne

One word.... WOW !!!

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Young Money, syrup and a Big Shot Time to do the thing, that's word to ya wrist watch Shoot the Glock till it burn to my wrist lock Rims hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock H-Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his nose off Make the girls say my name like a role call Pain killers got a nigga bout to doze off Big shit nigga, talk big shit nigga Big bread bread like a picnic nigga Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga Money spread like germs, get sick nigga Yeah, and fuck them other niggas 1 9 hundred, who want it? I deliver Concrete shoes won't help in the river I don't care if you were Michael Phelps, my nigga I'm higher than the mutherfuckin' Alps, my nigga I'm flyer than the mutherfuckin' stealth, my nigga Y-Young Money shit, top shelf, my nigga We the motherfuckers like MILF, my nigga UhUm, Flow like syringes Yeah, I'm in my mode, got a code like Da Vinci I was in the trenches, now I'm in the Trump And everybody watch ya back when you're in the front You ain't never safe, stop playin' with a gangsta Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker Bend the girl over, put her hands on her ankles I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles Why thank you, if you's a hater I'm eatin, you's a waiter Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider Holla at ya gualla, sue 'em later Young tune nigga, typhoon nigga And if you think it's sweet, buy a room nigga Damu, nigga I'm on my gang shit She gimme good brain like she studied at Cambridge Lightin' up a mutherfuckin' blunt Stupid fruity swag like a mutherfuckin' runt And I be with my dog like a mutherfucka huntin' Every day of the week is the first of the month Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face, can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the face We can get it poppin' like a semi automatic And if ya got beef, I'll put the biscuit on the pattyy Rockstar tatted, big money addict Runnin' this shit, now I'm feelin' athletic I-I'm on the boat bitch, gettin' sea sick Stop playin', I'm fresher than a Degree stick Street shit, well of course I smoke mad weed, I'm on my high horse Please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back Hah, I need a massage And when it come to hoes, man I got a collage Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin' If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me nothin' Kush so strong, you can smell me comin' Bitch, I go hard like the boy from 300 You think y'all kick it Well boy we puntin' Young Money baby, we the shit, weak stomachs

Imagine esse sax sendo tocado às 3 da manhã, você com seu amor no colo, acariciando seus cabelos e deixando-se levar pela sensibilidade da interpretação. Saudade de um tempo que não voltará jamais. Parabéns e obrigado.

Ya who want it, you can come and get it, get your cameras ready though, photo finishhhhhh Yeah I'm the sickest, that you'll ever witness, been all about it for a minute, what is this, they don't seem to be, getting it, maybe, its time to explain it, only reason I'm most gifted with it is cuz I went ahead and brought the pain in. But my worth is, not worthless, my worth is, proven, winning every inning, ain't never sat here losing, and this rap game, can paint a perfect picture, curveball when I throw it all, together, that's a perfect pitcher, yeah fuck it whatever. Arm like a cannon, armed like an army man, of one, I'm the only army damn. Had to speak to my f****** therapist to do this, how to do this, had to ask her, her answers are therapeutic, didn't answer any questions but that Ass did, answering questions even asked. Damn like what that body do, body like milk, give me milfand cookies, strong in this game first day wasn't rookie, took a big bite of this game, I was hooked on it, that's called playing hooky man , or is that fishin, Hook line sinker with this dick now it's stinking, eyes full of desire, but they looin red, that's how I get inspired, I stay wired but I'm tired,

Sick beat

Sounds like huddy from cori leray

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Young Money, syrup in the big shot Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off Make the girls say my name like a roll call Pain killers got a nigga bout ta doze off Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga Big bread bread like a picnic nigga Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga Money spread like germs get sick nigga Yeaa, And fuck them other niggas, 1 9 hundred who want It, I deliver Concrete shoes wont help in the river I dont care if you were Michael Phelps my nigga I'm higher than a mothafucka Alps my nigga I'm flyer than a mothafucka stealth my nigga Young Money shit top shelf my nigga We them mothafuckas like Milf my nigga UhUhm, Flow like Syringes Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci I was in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk And everybody watch your back, when your in the front You ain't never safe stop playin with a gangsta Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles Why thank yous, if you a hater I'm eatin, yous a waiter Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider Holla at your guala, zoom later Young Tune nigga, typhoon nigga And if you think its sweet, buy a room nigga Damu Nigga, Im on my gang shit, She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge Lightin up a mothafucking blunt, Stupid fruity swag like a mothafucka runt And I be with my dog like a mothafucking hunt and everyday of the week is the first day of the month Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the face We can get it poppin like a semi automatic And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty Rockstar tatted, big money addict Running this shit now Im feelin athletic I I'm on a boat bitch, gettin sea sick Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick Street shit, well of course, I smoke mad weed I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back Haha, I need a massage, And when it comes to hoes man I got a collage Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin' If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nuntin Kush so strong you can smell me coming bitch I go hard like the boy from 300 You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs No Ceilings....Mothafucka

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this beat sounds gay lmao

l love this song I play along with my dad my guitar ect ect ect . awesome :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

I am entirely to old to be listening to rap music I wasn't even paying tht much attention to it till here recently started reading add some if the lyrics and watching video.

burn rudder off the tires like a dummy

at :30sec when it drops. slither through ear like a snake like creature ya, im in the game while you sit in the bleachers high definition on demand features command me to rap i go off like preacher

the world do love me now more so I won my neat do period . the day must go own talktive world that dont love.

warp and ways new

I dont like this song

thanks!

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