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dj drama & lil wayne – spitter lyrics

[chorus:]
spit yo game, talk yo sh-t, grab yo gat
call yo cl!ck [x2]
squeez yo clip hit tha right one p-ss tha weed
gotta lite one [repeat]

[verse 1:]
wat ya mamme told ya bout f-ckin round wit them sojas
told ya ill be back im commin i got that tolamansoda
dats blood all ova ya sofas
blood all ova ya postas
blood all ova ya sholdas
blood all ova tha strollas
do that sh-t i don that sh-t its weezy baby
he’s a baby put that n-gga run that sh-t
make that money come back quick
take that money from that b-tch
she know wat it be m-o-b
pistol write that m-i-re
you know wat it be m-o-me
b-tches know were that lime lead 2 words
room key, where penthouse sweet
wear not a d-mn thing
im here batabambing
my hand bling
my wrist bling
my neck bling
my ear bling
supa bowl ring b-tch
cash money young money
supa bowl team b-tch
money,money,money,money
im true to those things b-tch
you with those p-ssy hoes i shoot at those queens b-tch
this i new orleans b-tch
murder dont mean sh-t

[chorus x2]

[verse 2:]
wat ya papi told ya bout f-ckin round with them soja’s
i told ya im comin back i got that tolamatola
dats blood all ova ya rova
blood all ova ya shofa
blood all ova ya lofa’s
if i get it, it comes to its
blood all ova my toasta
blood all ova my hosta
im in em es-cas thats
blood all ova my hova, f-ck
im hustlin with a moden
my n-ggas need me
an a tiger in my pocket
“say feed me” its greedy
see them n-ggas
jack them n-ggas
k!ll them n-ggas
wack them n-ggas
ask them b-tches
ask them n-ggas
weezy baby that tha n-gga
cath me mashin in a vee
matchin seats, matchin feet
sheesh that b-tch too sweet fa tha streetz
got that key for tha leaf, that feast the beef
no need to speed, let it be, wat it be
n-ggas want piece i make them leave here
piece by piece
f-ck me, f-ck you, wat it is wat it do
ive been ready since 81 and i was born i 82
holleygrove is where im from boy
we call that b-tch tha zoo
i ain’t neva trust a b-tch , and she ain’t
neva forbiddin foo
sucka free, sucka proof, 50 sots cut em loose
quarter back weezy babe shotgun run and shoot
comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby at home
funacatin ,homie by tha phone waitin
got-d-mn
-i-am
-a-man
-tha-man
-tha-mu
-tha-f-ck
-in-pre-sident
b-tch

[chorus]

- dj drama lil wayne lyrics

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