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Lil Wayne
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Swag Surfin'
O-okay, I got this chrome on this Buggati, I'm strong in this Buggati, Two V8's, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Buggati Bitch, I'm bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse Ok I spazz, I curse, you last, I'm first I'm on your ass like dirt, behind that cash, get merked
I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga Shoot the witness, nigga, hold court in the streets And convict this nigga, oh, dickless nigga
Man, I'm runnin' with the Blucka, Young Money, motherfucker You bet we gonna do our thing, well, ain't it sunny in the summer? And we coming for the comers and whoever among us And you know I'mma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said T.I. hold ya head, and Mack, hold ya head Wish I could, but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds And to my Bloods, Cold Red, man, you know how we plead And if it cost to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay
I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit Take the brain off the whip, now it don't make no sense Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promise tomorrow Now when they kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Few rollin' killer plants, lil' tune shop of horror And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Toccora Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hos The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man, I know you heard Obama And I love motor island, Atlantic in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Quarterback shotgun, you don't get any sack yards Bitch, I ball hard, breakin' all the backboards Pretty boy floored, step up, I will crack yours And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall Tiger Woods, all these hos tryin' to birdy these balls And the Porche 911, like emergency calls Man, I just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls Nigga, take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbin' two logs Young Moola, we the new shit and new drawers
Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking with ya Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston Red bone do me good, then her friend, her sister
I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend, her sister I leave her pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista Young Tuche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street right by the store Katrina wiped the city out, but couldn't fuck with Holly Grove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But heaven or hell, I hope in that debut where I'mma go
Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show Still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search I smashed this verse, and I swag and surf No ceilings
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