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| Lil Wayne DA DROUGHT Dipset Pt.2 Kush, good kush Weezy, dip dip Wayne, set set And I grip techs, leave em waterbed wet And I know just where to put these hollowtips His chest, his chest, his chest Aiyo I take on a gang a gangs, anythang Animals oragitangs Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes when I make it rain I got a whole collection I got a dope connection I got a coke connection I got a dope infection No homo, my flow is hard as an erection So that's why its fuck the world wit protection Pay attention to the lecture My words carry life like a stretcher Yeah, you know young wayne in here Smellin team spirit, like kurt cobain was here Yeah, yeah we got them thangs in here And we will bang in here Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And the bank is here Lincoln's here, Grants is here Jackson's here, Franklin's here Them dead mufuckas And the drank is here, dank is here Stank in here, gangstas here Wankstas feel, that red mufucka And my city hot, ride wit the itchy cock Coupe wit the titties popped Where the fuckin city cop And I got the haters like, "When will he stop?" Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks I'm a nutcase, uptown's my birthplace They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet I hope you boys ready, because I'm jet set And when I come up in the building you already know Bitch wet, bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck now Yes, um, gloves, drawls, socks, tees All made by Ralph Laureen No shades just, my eyeballs watchin em Tattoos on top of them, igloos for watches And champagne for breakfast, and Sports cars for lunch, and pussy for dinner I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner Ask the paparazzi, I'm in the mazeratti Ridin shotti, bad bitch, clyde and bonnie I call her Kammie, that's short for kamikaze She called me daddy and never short wit daddy money Its Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey I'm never broke, never have a cast on me Always paid, always got cash on me I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry I'm a phantom hauler, a shooter not a brawler And ya girlfriends a determined Carter caller Control a bitch, and let a nigga hold a bitch Put her on the corner shit, and let her make a porno flick She would play the roll again Whenever she roll again, pop a pill and roll again Now we on the roll again I work her, work her Tell her be my slave, bitch I'm paid Out my cage, I just can't feel my face With Santana, we wild riders like Al Queda Supreme dada, young mula, Bird Junior, yeah |
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