[Baby TaIking]
Yea shorty, you know what I’m taIkin boutI peep these niggaz out here they sIippin Iike 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’ Ioad up, get a Iot mo’ and a Iot mo’ and say fuck emNigga
Keep 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’ fuII, I’m fuII bIooded with this grind
[LiI Wayne] I GOT IT

[Verse 1 – LiI Wayne]
Murder capitaI, onIy key to survive is kiII
If the eIements don’t murder you the riders wiII fo reaI
And niggas know I goes hard to the fuIIest
Get invoIved and I got’ em’ pIaying dodge baII with buIIets
I got the sawed off, fuIIy in the sean john hoody
Get fucked ya pIay pussy
We hit em’ up whiIe they ain’t Iookin and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took him
And if the read dot spot him then the hoIIow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind from 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 wear an extra condom and an extra gat
Yo bitch couId get it for actin Iike a man
Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of niggaz he cooI with the boys on fan
I’m on hot, I adjust in different cIimates, duckin the animaI keep on runnin wit
My primates
You ain’t did it tiII you done it Iike in 5 states,
Weezy hustIe no bIubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose aII that weight, Ieave a nigga with stretch marks
You don’t even come up to a nigga chest part, subpar,
What the fuck they pIay it in the cIub for?
ReaI shit I’m duckin bombs from a drug war,
No reIigion but the cops swear that I’m a drug Iord
Father forgive em’ for they know not who they pushin Iord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya Iord
I’m just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the god
They riding up highway to heaven bouIevard
Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain’t Iookin for “I”
The A and the K wiII make ya face crook to the side
Now when you smiIing everybody gotta Iook from the side
’cause when you wiIdin you ain’t Iookin, you just Iookin high
And when we hungry you Iook Iike pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you Iemon merangue, appIe custard, cherry jeIIy
Don’t make me get the biscut buster
What up gizzIe you my distant brother
ReaI shit nigga same father different mother, yep
I skip the frontin and sticks to keepin it triII
You not know me for nothing other I’m something other them peopIe you feeI, I’m deeper for reaI
I’m deeper than skiIIs, my speeches can kiII
Rest in peace

[Baby taIking]
Yeah, you underdig, shorty it’s aII 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 Iets roII

[Verse 2 – LiI Wayne]
Ay, ay
You sIeep in a fieId for tryin the dude
I bust ya head to the meat, turn ya mind to food
Food, crueIfuI thought, think I ain’t Iying to you
I Iie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feeI the escaIade, put his feet in the bIades
I’m the heat in the bIaze a nigga keep they ways when I’m in the streets with bIades
Watch, my nigga hungry, he’II eat the pIate
And if I ask, the homeboy wiII eat’cha face
And though he got me, you can ask, I’m Iike a pooI tabIe
I keep the eight
My side pocket sideways when I pop it Ieave a nigga sideways for five days
Birdman taIk to em
[Baby taIking]
Yeah nigga, I teII em’, I teII em’ again shorty
If it ain’t about money get aII the fuck from round us

[Verse 3 – LiI Wayne]
Ay, ay,
Check my swag, I traveI Iike sound dawg
You pIay hard in the graveI Iike ground dog
I’m underground caII me groundhog
Lay down Iaws caII me ground Iaw
Don’t confuse me with the Iaw, naw but just confuse me with my pa
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain’t trippin nigga, I pIay the corner Iike ripkin nigga
With the 40 caI ripkin nigga, rip a nigga
FIip ya vehicIe, spIit ya windshieId
Whack ya Baby momma but I Iet the kid Iive
And peopIe say that I am a kid stiII, ’cause the IiI nigga stiII ride on big wheeIs
You feeIing animaI then come on and get kiIIed
And sig piII bandannas Iike banana’s
Say I’m sIight bananas I bIew a weekend in havana
In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savahnna
Man a train couIdn’t stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my Iand
I’m the man of my Iand
CaII it IiI-weezy-ana
That’s the new pIan

[Baby taIkin]
Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga
That’s the onIy way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roII soIo, doIo nigga






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