Songtext Bm j.R Lil' Wayne

Bm j.R

[Baby Talking]Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'I peep these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout money no more man, so what fuck
You know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doin nigga
We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'NiggaKeep fuckin hoes
Loadin up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind[
Lil Wayne] I GOT ITI GOT IT [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bulletsYeah
I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody
Get fucked ya play pussy
We hit em' up when they ain't lookin and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took himDamn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at
You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
You bitch could get it for actin like a man
Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on famI'm on, I am just in different climates, duckin the animal keep on runnin wit my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa, what the fuck they play it in the club for ?Real shit I'm duckin bombs from a drug war, no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushin lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lordI'm just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't lookin for "I"The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cuz when you wildin you ain't lookin, you just lookin high and when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jellyDon't make me get the buiscut buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the frontin and sticks to keepin it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for realI'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace [Baby talking]
Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us, if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya underdig
Put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for tryin the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the bladeDamnI'm near heatin and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha faceyea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eightHaha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em' [Baby talking]
Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]Ay, ay,
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dogI'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down lawgs call me ground lawDon't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-RI ain't trippin nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga
With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya winsheild
Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cuz the lil nigga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana'sSay I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savahnna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my landI'm the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan [Baby talkin]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
Thats the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga