Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Amen

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Featuring Boo

Now there's a couple mad bitches in the building – fuck them

I get that mouth, I get that pussy – duttin'

I see you niggas got no life, 6's

She say she wanna fuck my brains out but she gon have to suck this dick

Veeeeeeerse: preach like I ride out deep

She sat on my dick, she sat on my face

I told that bitch she got the C's

Man these niggas all for them fleece

Truth these niggas are in oblique

You talkin' shit? I know you out

Like go ahead and talk in your sleep

Yea, bitch you know the motto

It's Young Money over hoes

Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinocchio

Getting to the money, now the money getting to me

She say my verdict is hung like a jury

I'm on the track, BOA

some of these niggas be DEA

Money tall, NBA

Broke niggas, SMH

Hit it like Inseco

While she J, you know way Jose

I got a hold of that white

What you call that? Oh KKK

Every night I go hard

She blow me like Boston George

She like it in the ass, mouth and pussy, 3-car garage

These niggas is false alarms

They don't mean no fucking harm

Hey baby let's make a part

Pomp pomp, devil horns

You know that I ain't got no ceilings

The money change me, I'm making chamillions

Only God can judge me, can't appeal it

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit – amen

And to them never back boys, it's a cheap thing

I got the street sweeper, do you need your street clean?

Young Money bitch we called it in the sky team

Red theme, if you scared – motherfucker go to church

Preach, security breach

I'm on that grass, all of them cliques

I'm on that gas and y'all know me

Nigga my cash out of your reach

I rush it like the reverend

She get on her knees and pray to this dick

Then swallow all of them blessings

Church – it's just out way of life

I bought my mama a crib, bought my daddy a car

Let them ball for me too

Now they think I'm a star

Damn I love this life, wouldn't trade it for nothin'

Most these rappers is fallen cuz they ain't standin' for nothin'

I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talkin'

Plus these bitches be stalkin', tryna look for a fortune

Yea, you shout we say church

When that pussy approaches

Got a bitch so bad, she make a player get nervous

Now how good ain't good enough

And my hood hood as fuck

I be prayin' for them Shawties tryna get their dollars up

Swag so dope, you probly think I'm dealin'

And I only give head if baby girl swallow children

You ain't got a ghost but bitches still catch the Holy Ghost

She wanna get high, I hit her with that overdose

Pimp was so cold, put that on my overcoat

Only ride foreign, we don't do hundred spokes

You broke niggas talk, that's a hundred jokes

Laughin' at the fuck boys

Skate gear, I'm a truck boy

My truck's rent, I don't give a fuck boy

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