Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Get Smoked

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Intro : '09 We Tote, My Ni**as ain't no joke.

And We keep them blows, so please don't get smoked,

Fuck around with them fuck around, and you fuck around and get smoked. Fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get smoked.

(Lil Wayne)

Im Rollin, All my Ni**as Rollin.

Keep that fuckin' red bandana, Holk Hogan.

Im cuttin' up like scissors, Comin' down hard like Blizzards,

Im getting head while giving head, Thats a head on Collision.

Im all up on pill, I keep this shit Trill,

These Niggas aint forreal,...Like a Fire Drill.

Yo Hoe on my back like a fuckin' Feel fleel.

That bitch make her pu**y open and close like fish gills,

I Put all my niggas on, But some of them niggas gone,

Them niggas callin my phone. Leave me alone.

Im lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro.

Numbers dont lie. Except 5-0.

Different color trucks for shirts, You ni**as pull down your skirts,

If i die off these purps, But a bad bitch in my hearse.

My hoes lift up their skirts, Im high as captain kirk, If we run out of work,

We Rob..Like Burke

(Chorus)

'09 We Tote, My Ni**as ain't no joke.

And We keep them blows, so please don't get smoked,

Fuck around with them fuck around, and you fuck around and get smoked. Fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get smoked. [[x2]]

[Verse 2  Lil Mouse]Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him

If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them

My niggas rollin for seetah, that bitch going, she a eater

She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater

his squad move burbons, yea nigga on feedback

.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man

Go for them, fuck man; I'm rolling with my hitters

I'll send my hitters out to go get you

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance

Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self

Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help

I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self

Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left

[Hook x2  Lil Mouse]09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Verse 3  Lil Wayne]Runnin up with my gangstas, runnin up in this yella hoes

Everybody wanna fuck my bitch

Her pussy lips like heaven doors

Its pussy money and kush

Skateboards and shroom

These niggas think they the shit

These niggas perfume

Highly grove, so highly grove

On my road so highly grove

Im sick with it, Ive been diagnosed

We dont cut the coke, thats diet coke

These niggas broke, Im paid in full

Blood game, Redbull

My tongue like a serve board

Her pussy like a way pool

[Hook x2  Lil Mouse]09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

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