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This song right here, Is dedicated to the president of the United States of AmericaY'all might know him as George BushBut where I'm from, Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this(Georgia)NowThis song is dedicated to the one wit the suitThick white skin and his eyes bright blueSo called beef wit you know whoFuck it he just let him kill all of our troopsLook at the bullshit we been throughHad the niggas sitting on top they roofsHurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) BushThen they telling y'all lies on the newsThe white people smiling like everything coolBut I know people that died in that poolI know people that died in them schoolsNow what is the survivor to do?Got to no trailer, you gotta moveNow it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to seeBut they don't let you know what's really going onMake it look like a lot of stealing going onLetras de cancionesBoy them cops is killers in my homeNigga shot dead in the middle of the streetI ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eatMan fuck the police and president (Georgia) BushSo what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steadyWhy wasn't they able to control this?I know some fok' that live by the leveeThat keep on telling me they heard the explosionsSame shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy1965, I ain't too young to know thisThat was President Johnson but nowBut it's president (Georgia) Bush[Repeat: x2]We from a town where (Georgia)Everybody drowned, andEverybody died, but baby I'm still praying which yaEverybody crying but (Georgia)Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) BushNowI was born in the boot at the bottom of the mapNew Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash away like we not on the mapWait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come backNiggas thinking it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout itAnd the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'emAnd fash out, to all the rappers that helped outYea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck president (Georgia) BushWe see them Confederate flags, you know what it isA white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for himAnd no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombsR.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) BushSee us in ya city man, give us a poundCause if a nigga still moving then he holding it downI had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-esI'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!We from a town where (Georgia)Everybody drowned, andEverybody died, but baby I'm still praying which yaEverybody crying but (Georgia)Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush(oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)YEA!Money money money get a dollar and a dickWeezy Baby that crack, motherfucker get a fixGot money out the ass, no homo but I'm richBout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YESYep, I'm a motherfucking tripI'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shitNine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight gramsIf you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate manAnd the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thingBoy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-springWalking a thin line, gotta defend mineAnd wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOMYoung toon, yea that's what my people call meFifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off meI drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkingBig money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeaKeep talking and the flame leap off the hipAnd keep sparking, pap pap sleep softlyYea, nap nap, nap sack, three fortiesLike fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the targetYoung New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retardedWe done lost everything and you looking like a bargainPurple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeantI'm the best rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)And I don't even write, pauseUn-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the marginLil Wayne dot com bitch log inPut a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws inAll in ya girl mouth, use her like a toiletThey usually want a baller and the young nigga ballingMike Jordan, pardon my swaggyEven my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the familyWe said fuck it bought two houses in MiamiI can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at meAny rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact meHalf four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat yaI'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss citaMy dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reasonEverybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not evenThere's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen herGot a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steamingGotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being TrinaNotta sip seemer, ten ki's in the BeamerGot a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleanerI'm fly in the sky like that motherfucking ribbonBitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livingSpend a condo and a club, one bottle won't doTwo bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanksAnd bring me that Patrone, I don't playNo ice I like my drink straight, not gayAnd bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paidI wish a nigga come invade, get sprayedI stomp a nigga out like I got ten legsThen they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten daysBehave, no ho, I'm on that Rage RovCash Money, Young Money, ho that money age oldAnd can't a cage hold this animal from HollygroveSorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowedGot me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hosGotta pay me now for me to even take these hosPrice sizing for a show and the flowSo either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doeGo figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerveIf anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse (oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)Yea!Money money money get a dollar and a dickWeezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fixGot money out the ass, no homo but I'm richBout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist Yes, Yep, I'm a muthafucking tripIma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shitNine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight gramsIf you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate manAnd the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thingBoy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-springWalkin a thin line, gotta defend mineAnd wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOMYoung tune, yea that's what my people call meFifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off meI drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkinBig money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeaKeep talking and the flame leap off the hipAnd keep sparking, pap pap sleep softlyYea, nap nap, nap sack, three fortiesLike fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da targetYoung New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retardedWe done lost everything and you looking like a bargainPurple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeantI'm the best rapper in the game no arguingAnd I don't ever write, pauseUn-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the marginLil Wayne dot com bitch log inPut a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws inAll in ya girl mouth, use her like a toiletThey usually want a baller and the young nigga ballingMike Jordan, pardon my swaggieBut my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the familyWe said fuck it bought two houses in MiamiI can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at meAny rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact meDats a hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat yaI'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss citaMom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reasonEverybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not evenThere's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen herGot a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steamingGotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being TrinaNotta sim seemer, ten ki's in the BeamerGot a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleanerI'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbonBitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livingSpend a condo and a club, one bottle won't doTwo bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanksAnd bring me that Patrone, I don't playNo ice I like my drink straight, not gayAnd bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paidI wish a nigga come invade, get sprayedI stomp a nigga out like I got ten legsThen they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten daysBehave, no ho, I'm on that Rage RovCash Money, Young Money, ho that money age oldAnd can't a cage hold this animal from HollygroveSorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowedGot me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoesGotta pay me now for me to even take these hosPrice sizing for a show and the flowSo either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doeGo figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerveIf anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse yea From Letras Mania