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ft lil wayne busta rhymes - bill gates (ft. lil wayne) - busta rhymes lyrics

uh huh
yeah

uh, skinny -ss pants, fresh pair of vans
if them n-gg-s keep trippin’ they can share an ambulance
throw up blood with my hands, my gang poppin’ n-gg-s
smoke that keisha not that reggie for you name droppin’ n-gg-s
all day i do it, i do it like tony
got a sign on my d-ck that say “bad b-tches only”
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
man i’m on that patron, f-ck with me wrong and get murked
got a silence on the gun, that b-tch go “pew”
got-got a mean -ss swagger, my b-tches do too
yeah, all my n-gg-s nuts and i’m a loose screw
b-tch i get big bucks, pockets on bruce bruce
yeah i talk that sh-t, b-tch i got bread, b-tch i got toast
welcome to the murder show, i am the motherf-ckin’ host
they call me weezy f baby, yes i do the f-ckin’ most
i’m at they throats until they choke
the god has spoke, i need a smoke, wait…
now let it breathe tune
yeahh

it go, all these b-tches and n-gg-s still hatin’
i used to be ballin’, but now i’m bill gate-in’
got a list full of problems, i tend to ‘em later
yeah life is a b-tch, but i appreciate her
man all these b-tches and n-gg-s still hatin’
yeah i used to be ballin’, but now i’m bill gate-in’
got a list full of problems, i tend to ‘em later
yeah life is a b-tch, but i appreciate her man
yeah

it go, dark -ss shades, i can’t see them haters
now eat these f-ckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
dress like a skater, ride on you like shaun white
i’m high all day, you can call that sh-t a long flight
every nights a long night, every day’s a holiday
i don’t f-ck with squares, now do that mean i’m outta shape?
yes i talk sh-t, gotta defecate to conversate
weezy f-ck the world, yup i f-ck it til it ovulate
get her to the crib, get in that p-ssy and just dominate
weezy f baby, and the f is for fornicate
polo ralph lauren b-tch, that’s what my pajamas say
big tall gl-ss of some sh-t you can’t pr-nounciate
boogers in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face
and still i do not give you motherf-ckers the time of day
pistol in your mouth, i can not make out what you tryna say
and if they wanna war, then tell them motherf-ckers bombs away!

man all these b-tches and n-gg-s still hatin’
man i used to be ballin’, but now i’m bill gate-in’
got a list full of problems, i tend to ‘em later
and life is a b-tch, but i appreciate her
man all these b-tches and n-gg-s still hatin’
and i used to be ballin’, but now i’m bill gate-in’
got a list full of problems, i tend to ‘em later
man life is a b-tch, but i appreciate her

let it breathe tune
just let it breathe tune
yeahh, hah
young, young mula baby
young mula baby
young, young mula baby
just let it breathe tune

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