Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Ol School

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[Lil Wayne]

1st Verse

Hard body motherfucker got the heart of a killer Young

Guard in the buildin bout to start a religion Bout

to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring

em straight to yo block and go da war wit ya bitches

If you hit the head pin the rest fall in the position

Shoot a nigga on his porch and make fall in his kitchen

Cop the big boy Porshe wit all its specifics And I

keep that torch baby call me olympics Red white blue

pill flip my skills like gymnast And never give a bitch

money blood or kidneys When the gun goes Pow Ill be

at the finish wit my metal round my neck or the grab

for my tennis The land of the murder dope crack and

surrenders Pull up on you with the Coupe how fat your

engine Never talk to those that sat on the benches

I was in the game on forth and inches These niggaz

want the business Imma give these hoes the business

Keep fucking wit the boy that tought toys before Christmas

Got all these hoes trippin Got all these hoes strippin

And we aint PSC but them niggaz know we tippin I just

brought a pint and aint none of yall sippin make my

friends buy they own Fuck Im tired of being friendly

Aint gotta lie just to try and be wit me Bitches up

in heavyweight bout to die to be wit me Im crazy for

being Wayne or is Wayne just crazy I been around still

around like the Geico caveman Hair pen trigger no I

wont shave it I spot hip hop in the ocean Im gon save

it The South is so dirty bitch you cant bathe it Holygrove

dog and I feel like Mating Even though yo pussy slip

it so fakin And its fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush

not Meagan Fuck waist deep im in over my head But its

cool imma make it Im good like making Yo girl wants

me to come around like Reagan Yo boyfriend is softer

than the carton the eggs in I dont fear nothing but

god and weddings At the top of my paper like Im starting

a heading My homie Santana yeah thats my ace but you

may know him as I cant

feel my face

[Wayne]

2nd Verse

Yeah see they dont know where I came from but they

know where Im going And Ill tell you just off the top

hills where Im going In the game I'm no cheater,

ima tiger,ima cougar,ima panther,

ima bingo O cho sinco Im illy shirts off in gilly In

a pair of Gucci flops feelin freeier than Willie When

them niggaz left I got a lil bit chilly But I just

let it burn like the end of the philly

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