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lil wayne - ain't i lyrics

[verse 1: jae millz]
i’m the real, i’m the authentic, the fact and the truth
it’s jae millz, brown skin, but i’m black in the booth
and for the green or that white, you’ll see red
mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread
then your -ss dead, no need for a hospital room or a bed
just tell his momma to get him some nice threads
so at least he’ll be a b-tch -ss nigaa dyin’ in style
he didn’t want to look up to me now he gotta look down
somebody better tell em on these beats i’m a beast
half-man, half-animal like king on tekken
i’ll wreck him, h-ll yeah, young money is what i’m reppin’
respect ’em or i’ll put you on that highway to heaven
matter of fact, p-ssy, you’ll get your own lane
with no speed limits so you can get there in a minute
it’s dedication 3, there’s no replacin’ we
that’s like askin’ a group of muslims where that bacon be
straight grand patrón flow, there is no chasin’ me
and that amnesia is what my medication be
that’s that amsterdam grade a, i’m smokin’ in the netherlands
so high that i’ll probably f-ckin’ never land, b-tch

[verse 2: lil wayne]
m-th-f-ckin’ psychopath
young money cavemen, m-th-f-ck a geico ad
four-four, bulldog, f-ck around and bite your -ss
sh-ttin’ on you b-tches, now lemme flush the toilet’n wipe my -ss
b-tch, i’m ballin’, i like my cash, no, i’m lying, i love my dough
got them hoes fallin’ like a hundred million dominoes
but i don’t eat pizza, i eat p-ssy
when he wouldn’t
holla at ya guala, yeah b-tch it’s me
kickin’ m-th-f-ckas out the kitchen heat
i’ll put you where the fishes sleep
and when they wake, you’ll be the fishies’ feast
yeah, i’m a shark, you see my fin, ho?
bullet leave a hole in ya face, not a dimple
straight from the n.o., it’s no problemo
to put a n-gga brains on the m-th-f-ckin’ window
ugh, d-mn right i’m nasty
how i come through in that white eyed aston
the leather guts and might i add in
it’s black on chrome like darren mcfadden
yeah, and don’t be comparin my swag with
these wack–ss n-ggas thats o-so-swagless
yeah, and call me mr. swag-more
got yaa girlfriend open like some f-ckin’ pores
or open like some f-ckin doors
n-gga it’s f-ck you and i’m f-cking yours
from the bedroom to the floors
wh0r-s, ha!

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