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[Lil Wayne:] I got young money up, And now I got my feet up, Tune in this b-tch tell my n-ggas throw them B' up Doing what the f-ck I want, Hate me all the f-ck you want, Real n-ggas f-ck with me and I don't give a f-ck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO f-ck, Prison in February and I ain't in no rush, Drink till I throw up, N-gga roll more blunts, Ball so hard n-gga I gotta go pro once, Hit em with the shot gun, Call that sh-t the stop button, Call me doctor carter, Aka young wild n-gga, Aka no trial n-gga, AK click clack blaw n-gga, F-cking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal n-gga, Yeaaaaah, haha, Swagger stupid, Pack a Uzi, Hundred clips n-gga, Dats amovie, Aim at toupee, Letras de cancionesYou sweet as cool aid, Creme brulee, I'm sharp as blueray, I f-ck her today, Then she gotta skate, Young lupe, I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher I keep them tools on me, Get the screwface, Flowers for the dead, Heres a bouquet, LV's n-gga on every suitcase, YM n-gga it's a new day, We the champions n-gga hoo-ray Yeah, hammer in the Louie duff, Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com Take a n-gga b-tch she gave me brains until I knew enough, Bullet come too fast to adjust, I don't give a f-ck about my roof that much, So put it in my trunk and then the coupe sped up, Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up, I'm Weezy F and the F is for Flame, Eat these rappers chef of the game, Sh-t on the track, sh-t on the train, Murder the beat, the beat was slain, Rest in peace, that's a shame, He kill anybody song, Versatile as f-ck I switch it up, Like Dennis Rodman's dome, No homo you rock and roll, Rest in peace my Styrofoam, Now they won't know what I be on, Get the f-ck off my d-ck my cock my balls, Nig money my pockets long, New orleans I got my home, And they got my back pause, No homo, no maricone, Smoking on that private grown, He put me where I belong, All about my cheese, chedder, mozzarella, provolone, F-ck her for an hour long, Let her take a shower go, Sorry baby but I'm in the 'I don't wan be bothered' zone, Yeah, Your a groupie, Get on your dooday, 2 women give me head, Call that two faced, B-tch I'm too great, Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday, Ain't no n-gga like me, What's up to my gang, Big B's like a Breitling, Take a n-gga b-tch she ride my d-ck like she cycling, Then she can't walk, run, jump like white men, Uhh, f-ck you n-ggas wan do, No ceilings let the bullets rain on you, Weezy F the F is for F-ck what you gon do, Make you people mourn you, Hehe, ok let's do it From Letras Mania