Pure Colombia

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em, They tell me "Go to Hell," Okay I know the owner Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein' All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong numberI love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother Throw that pussy, throw that pussy And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy- Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups Rest In Peace to my last victim We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement 5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah It’s that pure Colombia ’Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it! Tunechi [Bridge] Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea Let's get it [Verse 2] I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him Macintosh I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box These niggas sending threats, I'mma start sending hits Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop Like ugh, this that pure Columbia It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this? Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing Ahhhhh We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt! D5, what up five? Yeah