[Verse1: Lil Wanye]
 Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!

There’s a couple married bitches in the building
 Fucked them!
 I get that ? I get that pussy
 Nothing
 I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense
 She said she wanna fuck my brains out
 But she gonna have to suck this dick first! Preach!
 She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
 I told that bitch she got good seats
 Man, these niggas softer than fleece
 2-D niggas, and they obliques
 You talked that shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep
 Bitch you know the motto!
 It’s Young Money over hoes
 Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio
 Gettin’ to the money, now the money getting to me
 She say vert-dick is hung like a jury
 I’m on the track: DOA
 Some of these niggas be DEA
 Money tall: NBA
 Broke niggas: SMA
 Hit em like Canseco
 But she be like “No way Jose!”
 I got all that white
 What you call that? OKKK!
 Every night I go hard
 She like me like Boston George
 She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy
 3 car garage!
 These niggas is false alarms
 They don’t mean no fuckin harm
 Hey baby let’s make a porn!
 Ba-bum! Devil horns
 You know that I ain’t got no ceilings
 The money changed me, I’m making chameleons
 Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it
 In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
 Amen!
 Tell them alphabet boys it’s a “G” thing
 I’ve got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned?
 Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team
 Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!
 Preach! Security breach
 I’m on that grass harder than cleats
 I’m on that gas, y’all on E
 Nigga my cash out of your reach
 I run shit like the reverend
 She get on her knees for this dick
 Then swallow all of them blessings
 Church!

[Verse2: Boo]
 Just a way of life

Brought my mama a crib
 Brought my daddy a car
 Let him go free Tune
 Now they think I’m a star
 Damn I love this life wouldn’t trade it for nothing
 Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain’t standing for nothing
 I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talking
 Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune
 In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase
 Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous
 Now good ain’t good enough and my hood is hood as fuck
 I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
 Swag so dope you probably think I’m dealing
 And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
 Boo ain’t got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost
 She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose
 Pimpin’ so cold put that on my overcoat
 Only ride foreign
 We don’t do 100 spokes
 When broke niggas talk that’s 100 jokes
 Ha Laughing at you fuck boys
 Skate gear I’m a truck boy
 On my truck right I don’t give a fuck boy<br />
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			         Thanks to d