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LIL WAYNE - Fuck A Nigga Thoughts Lyrics








Haha
Young...
Moolah baby
Cut the music up mayne


Ok money on my mind
Fuck a nigga thought
He ain't even think
He ain't even see me with the pistol and the shank
Walked up to him put the pistol to his tank
Pussy nigga faint
Pick that pussy up
Naw let em lay
Where I'm from we see a fukin dead body everyday
Hammer in draws, hammer in draws
And yal ain't nuttin but nails in the wall
Holsters, holsters empty like a mufuka
Off my hip clip empty like a mufuka
Hehe ok simply I'm a bug-lover
It's fly carter duckin a fly swatter
Simply I'm a mufuka pimpin ain't dead because I'm pimpin like a mufuka
Now where ya hoe at
Wipe ya feet on the doormat
I'm a bring the N.O. Like a nigga with no bat
I'm a go forward the top and get low with them hoes
Gon get cut like a sword
I know it
You ain't gotta tell me
I already smell it you pussy niggas eatin peanut butter
And jealous, you lost, like and jealous
But u can find me in a white tan ellis
Just like van halen I'm a rock out bitch
I'm a wear that glock like a fukkin outfit
I'ont care what you know, you don't kno nuttin bout this
And I hope ya ass choke when u suck on my dick
Weezy!


Ok I'm strapped up
I'm strapped up
Downtown maniacs strait jackets and strapped up
And scrappin we can do, see scrappin what we do
And I'm like let me at em call me scrappy doo
Handle the scrap with u, I ain't lookin stupid
You beat me too bad, bitch I'm comin back shootin
Fool I'm a fool, I do what I do
It's like fixin broke cars, which fuel I'm a use
Protect of the?
The mack of the rules
Catch it when it's just u
U like it wasn't just you
I guess I'm just too real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Nah bend over nigga fuck u
See I know what's what, who's who, and who is you
Move ya lose, move a inch - another ligament dat you cud loose
I'll put you on the ten o clock news
1, 2 buckle ya shoes here come the kid
Cruel ooh blood ooze will fill up ya whole food
Dude usin more tools them tim from home improve
Then I play it cool smooth as james brown shoes
Don't play with him cause shoot he'll shoot
I'm, loose as a goose on that goose
With them hoes I'm playin duck, duck goose
Balm slick like moose
I'm the truth nigga floose
I'm a murderer fuck moop
Put niggas on mute like
Then I come back like good crack
I am that and get that I spit crack
6 shot by the 6-pack
I spit that where u spit at
I send niggas where ya kids at
Dnt worry where the kidd at nigga HUHH!


Uptown back in it, holly grove black menace
Black shirt black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi, that wud offend me
Try maybach or maybach
Bitch I got stacks
Paychecks on paychecks
But I still won't payback
I still don't play that
I kill on ASAP
We dnt do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yal way
Y.M young mula, young money all day
Where girls so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of yal say ya want drama I'm honered
Bitch yo ass like a muthafukin llama
Stack of paycheck with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy f. baby bitch I'm hotta than Uganda







 

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