Lil wayne bust his ass

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Yeah I'm putting my shades on Uh I live it up like these are my last days If time is money I'm an hour past paid Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass Niggas faker than some flour in the powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters But I put up a wall and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes Why? Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum, yeah Big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks and motherfuckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting Eastside, my Piru Damu I'm a blunt blowin', polo draws showin' I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass, nigga I'm a blunt blowin', polo draws showin' I-I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my money blowing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass, nigga Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher See y'all dead meat, and me? I'm just a butcher I do it for the money, man, I am such a hooker And freedom was my girl until they fucking took her You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids But I don't wanna know 'cause shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM Beach bum, call me ocean drive slim Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin Young Moola, skinnies and some Supras Belly of the beast till it puke us, motherfucker Blunt blowin', polo drawers showin' I don't give a lovely motherfuck-ass, nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga I'm a blunt blowin', polo drawers showin' I, I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass, nigga With my money blowing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass, nigga I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong Said, I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home Young Moola, baby Young Moola, baby Bitch, I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home Yeah. What About Me feat.

Lil Wayne - Hands Up (My Last)(Freestyle) Lyrics

Hands Up - Lil Wayne Текст Песни | Sorry 4 The Wait Lyrics Hip Hop

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I live it up like these are my last days If time is money, I'm an hour past paid Ughh, gunpowder in my hourglass Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes, that's why they mistake me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the lines Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds And they say never say never, but f-ckin nevermind I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home Yeah and I'm a blunt blowin'. Polo draws showin' I don't give a lovely motherf-ck ass nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga I'ma blunt blowin'. Polo draws showin' I don't give a lovely motherf-ck ass nigga With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Stunna, I got em, I'm back on them bitches. All about my riches, my name should be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors Life is a choice, and death is a decision Times have changed, but f-ck it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two dots Young money's eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at em I'm a bad motherf-cker, cuz the good die young Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, Hummingbird don't hum Big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks, and motherf-ckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting East side, My Piru Damu I'ma blunt blowin'.
Thomas Lyrics Terms of Use. Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it. You know them hoes love Weezy, sticky, pimp small Long hair, big dick, Weezy bring to y'all, don't y'all lip quit Put your lips on this dick, let me get on some livin' Spit all over ya chin, Weezy be on some pimp shit I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em, later on if she ride G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad. I ain't got no loves for broads, I ducks and dodge I grab 'em, on they butts and all, she fucks my dog Slut sucks nuts and all and nothin' small This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall Call my hoes to get salami 'cuz they brush the balls.