DJ DRAMA & LIL WAYNE - 1 King lyrics

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Look At Me


Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)

I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)

Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)

Y'all dues money to yung

Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)

I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)

Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)

Big thighs with brown-eyes

It's Lil Weezy for real

Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still

I got a good deal

I'm from a trill hood

I smoke real good

Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood

Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights

T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice

What that boy name

Birdman junior, huh

Fool was smile but five is so wild

I can smoke a green mile

Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby

Bling-blao, I rock a throwback Jordan 23

Rolling on hot 23's

Tote a big glock 23

You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans

My block living me

I want you to look hard at some easy money

Stop playing this is Weezy company



I'm the son of Cash Money

The fodd of the squad

And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky

Why? Cuz I'm so fly

When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why

Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick

Looking for my roof where it went

Mink on the floor big shoes on the bent

Windows are the tint more wood than a bench

Working in the hood more green than the Grinch

Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint

Leaves on the tray popping up the back-end

Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim

It's Lil Weezy

Sucking on my wrist real breezy

And this is what I say when you see me

Look, and leave your broad at home she get took

Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book


Some call me Weezy

But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne

In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace

Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays

Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze

So move over what you say shortie

We could do rent pussy

Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas

And beating went to the A

Eat with JAZZY FAY

But yeah I'm on my way

Cuz I know he got that hay

Hey little mami

You a ghetto fire ten

You come to my post on the island

Come on that chronic

He-he empty vodka bottles

I be high he be drunk that my roll model

I rolls by you with my seat reclining

When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining

Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding

Cash Money what you hollering, huh


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