- Lil Wayne Dedication 2 歌詞
- Lil Wayne
- Dedication 2 (Bang bang)
Alright I think you ready this time(I shot you down bang bang)
You hit the ground bang bang
Yall know what I come here for (that awful sound Bang bang)
Call me the iPod King (I used to shoot you down)
Call me Mr. Thanksgiving (Dedication 2)
Call me whatever the **** you want(thats right, you already)
Wake up ************* its Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby its so
Wake up ************* its Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby its so vivrant
Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, cant dodge it
You not gettin wet in the rain is not logic
She wont give that ***** to Wayne, Im so obliged just
Live and direct from inside of ya ***** body
And, hi there ho what do ya know Im ridin
In the same streets my pops died in, I got em and
I get that money tell my momma Im grindin
And Ill be coming home with our future in my pocket
Shoot you if you block it, leave a ***** awkward
Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted
Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power
Gettin out twenty American pies an hour
Goddamn, excuse maam but Im the man
And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin!
Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color
And I spread the ************ all over your room shutters
Yeah, they knew better Im two letters
Im like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah Im low -key
Cause *****s and ******* is police
I roll leaf, patching up the games slow leak
Im Weezy baby!
Lemme catch my breath
Ok...
*****-ass.. *****-ass.. *****-ass.. *****
*****- ass *****s, fake fraud-ass *****s
Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass *****s
Them broads laugh at ya, them **** *s wont kill ya
And them *****s thats with ya, could die right with ya
Ill be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister
I say I might miss ya, but lil FeFe gon hit ya
And lil Currensyll split ya,
Mack Mainell straight flip ya
Let Taz Po ship ya, then well all forget ya
Im sittin in the kitchen like 'How can we all get richer ?'
Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture
Then I tell lil Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher
God damn the hurricane, to the **** man, we miss ya
Im the best just listen, I aint what the game been missin
Thats my ***** Juelz, I been here since twelve
Ten shells, let em save themselves
**** them * ****s and they pals, pal, pow!
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