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Best Of Me

Sqad Up

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[Lil Wayne] Somebody tell Fed (Fee Baby) ta halla at me man Shit, Louie Baby Wayne Baby Murda, yes ya'll in Weezy Baby SQADing Take pictures wit' bricks, some of them wit' quarters Send 'em cross the border My bitches originally from across the border But once mami cross the border ta my hideaway across the border She lie across the floor an we toss the whore I'ma floss fa' sure Cuz my whip is costin' more than all of yours put together I'm good forever I'm, reppin' my hood Whenever - Whatever - However you want it I'm mad at ya homie, hotter than pebbles over the stove in the mornin' And I'm, over the stove in the mornin' wit' a boy cookin' some arm'an hammer I, swung wit' the ham in my arm full of ammo Face painted like the black sambo, strapped like Rambo Can't no, body see the damn flo' I have his body see the damn flo' I'm so groovy, I might know how ta play a fuckin' banjo But I never try and when I was 12 I took a bullet like a man yo But I never died, I'm here now, I'm that child ta'da I let the tec bla'daow, If ya sat'daown Oh boy let 'cha hair down ma, ain't got no brain on my sports car And showty came outta sports bra, becuz I came on her sports bra I got game like a sports broad, guess the Wayne you broad master I have my boys masterbate on ya broad faster Bag the heart in a plastic And watch how I go hard on the 'Ave wit' it I move a Jag tinted in ya residential This wagon so tight it might pinch you Ice so bright it might irk you Slid in our coupe, rims might hurt you Interior a murd'you sheesh I got work on every ounce skirting I got her house - skirt out - out shurfing I'm the boy, I said I'm the boy man Mami can't avoid that my air on Jordans She can't lie cuz I glide on cuz she try'na ride wit' me Becuz I scown down my knees baby She not hatin' cuz I rip on G tables But she love ta ride the back of the fo' wheel-a on Datins We skatin', you waitin' she real late and damn you real patient We real players, but we really don't play like Josers fo' take got doja all yay Got bread, got toasted parcay thats all doe all day I knocks off hoes all days I'm mackin' vicious, ask ya girl 'bout my dick She say thats delicious Ask ya girl did she spit she say thats nutritious Ask her did she get flipped she say thats tradition If she say she didn't thats suspicious You need ta stop listenin' ta them nasty bitches Three , two , one, Carolina Blue Kicks Carolina Blue fitted, Carolina Blue whip Carolina Blue twentys, Carolina Blue seats Carolina Blue ice, Carolina Blue bikes Carolina Blue lights, Carolina Blue jerseys Carolina Blue gators, aw fuck it my favorite team is the Lakers Laker Yellow 'Lambo, Laker Yellow 'rrari Laker Yellow 9.11, Laker Yellow mami Laker Yellow Converse, Laker Yellow Remy Laker Yellow number eight Kobe Bryant autentic I'ma autentic nigga and so is my click Weezy Baby, I just murder this shit, halla back Ok a-huh, ok a-huh, ok a-huh You already know man this ya boy man Tell 'em my name, a-huh c'mon Weezy Baby (7x) he eh
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