Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - grove st party

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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]

I got a whole lot of money

Pop that pussy for me

My homie got that yopper

He’ll bang it at a copper

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!

Stove on my waist

Cook your ass up gourmet

All-black .44 – do you want foreplay?

I’m going at your face like Oil of Olay

No champagne, but you know my flag rose

Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose

No Limit Records: We so ’bout it ’bout it

I’m higher than a bitch

Feel like a climbed a fucking mountain

Illest nigga you know, my accountants still counting

Shots hit him a minute ago

But his body’s still bouncing

Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead

Gotta kill the witnesses cause Birdman car red

Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street preacher

Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!

I live in Miami, nigga

I’ll South Beach ya

Robin Leach, uh – that’s how we ballin

You know that I’m loaded but please don’t take a sweeter

Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena

Them hoes on your money

Tell them hoes we coming

Before we get it popping

We ain’t saving hoes, we swapping

Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party!

Big head Desert Eagle, call it “shotty”

How’d you get that money?

Stunna taught me that

The zan took me under

Patron brought me back

I’m leaning on you muthafuckers

Like I caught a flat

And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat

What the lick read? I’m in the big league

I’m a breath of fresh air

Let the bitch breathe!

I’m trying to chillax

But I had to do it, dev

I’m at the funeral like

“I had to do it, rev!”

Mack you my big brother

I split a wig for you

Put that on [?] repeat

Until they bury me

Moment of clarity.. yeah

That’s my diamond game

I keep a fine bitch

Cause I like the finer things

Fuck with me slime

No brain on the whip

I’ve got nothing in mind

Carter 4, they ain’t fucking with mine

I drop that Sorry 4 The Wait

To make up for the time

[Verse 2 - Lil B]

Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?

Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers

Iced out chain, bitch

I’m rich off that same shit

See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it’s Christmas

Straight Westside, Bay Area

Bitch, I’ll graze em

Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles

On like a cradle and you niggas can’t stop me

Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.

Bitches still Westside

Shouts out to Weezy

Young BasedGod with that .55 heater

187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch

With that tiny shirt mane

And the tiny pants mane

I’m on BasedWorld and I fuck with cash Money my niggas.

Don’t understand man

The game like a chain

Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man

Off the top, I’m a Wolfpack hitter

My life just a painting

And I paint you a picture, mane

Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga

This that stunt music: bitch, I just do’s it

It’s Lil B and I’ll muthafuckin prove it

We runnin’ <br />

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Thanks to sapphireflamz

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