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dj drama & lil wayne - no other lyrics

intro
yeah, what it do
haha, heh, already
yeah, listen man, yeah my niqqa
we got this sh-t
ey, ey, i tried told them, yeah
cash money millionaire, ya know
i can’t feel my face
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go
let’s go, let’s go, haa, i told them
shoutout to bun b, yeah

verse 1
yeah, straight up d-boy, 17th ward
miss katrina turned my city to a seesaw
i keep goin’ for them corners like lyor
they gon’ either respect me or he all
burnin them b-tches like a sequel
punk, put a hump in your back, they called it igor
what, this sh-t is hard, any yard where we are
we call that cocaine rice, i got that condoleezza
huh, you f-ck with me chump, i rock your teacup
i say before you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up
yep, get up cuz we up, foot up and knee up in the game
put up and shut up, i hit your head up or go bang
birdgang and the birdman j, lil wayne
here to hang, other words here to stay, feel my pain
fireman, i spark and i rain, i hark through the flames
yeah, all for the change, yeah
call it insane but im a hustler to the muscle
and them new drop bentley’s look like p-ssy in the summer
so im f-ckin’ that, huggin that block like im lovin’ that
never sell a crumb where my mother at, run with that
you can come at me for beef and shots come with that
your b-tch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
i come in that similac maybach, shades black
lookin’ like im tryna bring yay back, asap
give it to em raw, no ajax, taste that
f-ck around and make your face crack
i know n-ggas that shoot dope, arms lookin’ like a racetrack
n-gga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
you can’t take that, well i can’t take back
where i come from so i learned how to make that
yeah, turn that straight to a g stack
stack up my cheese, now im screamin “where the keys at”

interlude
i can’t feel my face
i really don’t think they ready for this

verse 2
i’m from block one, five-one, where my young
n-ggas on the rise to get a name, don’t try them
wayne, i fell your pain and i see your stress
how they think your people ‘posed to get through katrina off of fema checks
c0ke in a pyrex, dope and the ice, yes
mind on the highway, road signs, right, left
and that’s the mind-state of kids growin’ up
still they wonder why the crime rate’s goin up, throw it up
eastside, westside, southside, northside
f-ck with my money, i torch guys, off guys
hire men, fire men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
torture em, vice grip, pliers man
n-ggas turn to tin foil when they see the iron man
pressure bust pipes, i apply it and
move like a lion through the jungle (yes)
there is none higher than me
don’t slip up and wind up in the lion bend
big body benz eyein’ man, higher than
a chick that flight-attend or air force flyer man
bad b-tches, i fly em and f-ck em
send em back home hyped, feelin’ like they on nitrogen
just call me the pied piper man
still get the c0ke through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
and im still gettin’ paper back in rubber bands
i still got paper bags comin’ in
i still got that mattress with the paper bags under it
comic books, playboy baby mag under it
still, i still got ties with my guys who don’t speak no english
them vatos, they got those cheapest
got no green card, got no visas
and got those pablo features
they drop off then pick up, i pick up then drop off
the drop off was picked up and then what, i get it

- dj drama lil wayne lyrics

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