[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'm so twisted Mac! Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready Them nigga's pissed off, call em' R. Kelly I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsey Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that nigga Wesley Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy First I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski I make these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's Man you be poppin' shit, and I be poppin' off I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton ball I just pick em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off I serve these ho's, Mr. Volleyball Spikes on my shoes, that's the Lou B's I'm on my P's and Q's, smokin' QP's Nigga I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze I build a tree house, if money grow on trees Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to your momma Death bed nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas Blood all day, period, no commas Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless [Hook: Lil Wayne] Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew' That bitch go, 'pew' That bitch go, 'pew' Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew' Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is greener in my garden Swagger meaner than the warden Pow pow pow, I ain't with arguing Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin' Got a bunch of bitches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World Party time, excellent, Wayne's World Tonight I'll prolly fuck another nigga girl Party time, excellent, Wayne's World [Hook] [Verse 3: Mack Maine] Mack in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm bout it These nigga's sweet, bunch of fuckin' brownies Fuck you talkin' bout, bitch I'm a G like a thousand I'm on my one, two, and bitch I'm still countin' You nigga's got problems, well I got bigger problems My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out em' You don't want that homie, Trust I got that blicka on me Finger fuck nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, nigga We so fuckin' cold, young money, money old Life is full of choices, and your bitch chose, nigga I'm so HollyGrove, fuck them other nigga's And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fuckin' picture Nigga you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong Nigga you know where I'm going, bitch I'm going going, gone Nigga holler at your boy, I don't give a fuck Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you nigga's up Mac! [Hook]
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