Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - My Weezy

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[DJ Drama]

Young Money all stars on the way

Put the party in the bag now hand it over

[Lil Wayne]

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

See I ain’t know you were gunna do this one.

Ight, Now you motherf**kers happy huh?

That’s what y’all you been wantin’ huh?

Okay, Okay,

Go ahead Drama

[DJ Drama]

See I don’t wanna be the Mixtape king no more,

More like the Mixtape President,

Barak Odrama!

It was definitely time for change,

I mean the game been dry

So, I figured we going for re-election

So, Me and Wayne gon’ keep runnin’

So y'all niggas can fly

[Lil Wayne]

This a big E beat,

And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat

Yeahh, hehe

You can get pork chopped,

Young money bitch

Let the champagne cork pop,

I will bat your man,

Now go tell her short stop

Okay bitch, You do the wop

Well bitch, I do the guap

Okay man, You do the drop

Well man, I do the yacht

You pull up in parking lots

I pull up the dock like

Yeahhh

Macaroni greens and hamhocks,

I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock,

Rock...

To my own tune,

Lil tune

My stomach hurtin’

My shit is dropping real soon

Kill whom and whoever for whatever

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Now you spell it

I say Young Money bitch forever,

And we better than all these mothaf**kas up in this era

Know'm talkin bout?

Yeah

I tell my niggas pick the target out,

And then I quickly pick the target off

Like volleyball, I'm a serve em,

And being fake is pussy so nigga, I’m a virgin

Dr. Carter, Tell them bitches I’m a surgeon

Cleaner than some brand new detergent

Ya heard me?

And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie

Tell em get on (Birdman Jr.’s Birdy)

[Shanell]

I love the skin that I’m in

Goose pimples couldn’t shake me up out of the Y.M.

That Yack,

That Goose,

That Tron,

That Gin

Got a couple girls crackin’

Let the party begin

I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on

If it ain’t trickin’ cuz you got it

What you trippin’ on?

See, I’m a spoiled chick

You frontin’ niggas hatin’ me up with

But my crew holdin’ duffle bags bitches

[Lil Twist]

Rockin on the scene

And yeah, I hit my duggy

I D-Town boogy

Now the girls really love me

V.I.C. to Vic

Yeah, They both got silly

Lil Twist, I get silly

I’m the king of the city

Young Money, Young Mullah

Yeah, The kid in this thang

Grown men in this game

Can’t compete with me mayne

Especially

When I pull up in that candy red

(54’s on the dash sittin’ next to Lil Wayne)

I’m a beast

I’m a dog

Yeah, Yeah I rap harder

Mic in my hand

I run like Marion Barber

You haters on the sidelines

And I be a starter

Going Bad on you kids like I’m Reginae Carter

That’s my little sister if you boys didn’t know

(Wait)

That’s Weezy’s daughter

(So don’t mess with her bro!)

Cuz we’ll come find you in all kinds of cars

Signin’ out

Young Money, D-town’s All Star

[Tyga]

Its Tyga

No lion

I’m eating

No Diner

This species

Don’t diet

Every milla fish Friday

Squad deep

Like the white guy from Verizon

Gator righteous

So its only right you meet the fugitive

John Mcgiver

Teenager

School cyhphers

I was too nicer

Than them no liscence,

You gets no high-fivin’

Nigga, Roll the damn dices

Touché

My word play touchés from the colour great

My kick game so unreal

They say them colours must be fake

Never been made

MTV, I make

Quake your very eyesight

My fame’s no mistake

Since the deal

Steak dinner everyday

For the movie

My life is like a Compton Play

You can see it

Nearly breathe it

From a couple feet away

But stay away

Cuz I don’t

Get along

With them tag-along

Let me

Get on a song

Period gone

I’m off the hook like cordless phones

My identity so right

They think its wrong

G.E.D. Young Money

Finish strong, so I’m a keep goin’

My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face

Like my skin was leather made

Leatherman Louis

You ain’t never seen

Like a nun booty

None before me

After

Its only boys

Tyga man

I do it for the hatin’ homies

[DJ Drama]

Shout to Hollygrove

Shout to the A-town

304 wassup!

Shout to Harlem

Philly wassup! <br />

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