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lil wayne - days and days lyrics

money ain’t sh-t, b-tches ain’t neither
you know i’m on that gr-ss, don’t cut on the sprinklers
p-ssy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers
n-gg-s try to bite my style, but my style a jalepeno
i got skinny -ss jeans, trucks on the pocket
money talks, n-gg-, i’m caught up in that gossip
you know all my b-tches badder, and all my swishas fatter
i milk this sh-t like cattle, that’s my word like scrabble
and yo main girl is a ho, i go wayne’s world in her throat
she swallow so many nuts, you f-ck around, find a squirrel in her throat
i go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
n-gg- we take turns in that ho, these n-gg-s so green they glow
i am the best thing since wet p-ssy, on my private jet with my chef cookin’
so big headed my neck crooked, my n-gg-s foul when the ref’s lookin’
my big bro is mack maine, so much weed i got gr-ss stains
deez nuts, that’s baggage claim, i’m on them trees like candy canes
lil tunechi

i might book me for a show
charge my -ss the low and pick up the whole dough
that’s hustlenomics, i was high in my cl-ss pictures
i like math, all i did was add b-tches
swagga galore, got your girl on all fours
it’s not doggystyle, i call it froggystyle
you dog her out, i tell her, hop in
2 chainz, my first chain had a twin
gas in my blunt, watching espn
and, if that p-ssy good i wanna see her again
yeah, i’m from college park and i got ya broad with me
salt water pool, i can put a shark in it
everything authentic, plus i named my pistols
last name f-ck, first name i don’t give a
pockets look pregnant, they ’bout to deliver
so when i start pimpin’, you know the procedure

all my n-gg-s gangstas, all my b-tches freaks
i tickle her p-ssy, got that p-ssy tickle pink
i’m the heart of the streets, and i just skipped a beat
and if that p-ssy sweet, i want that candy, trick or treat
i got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
i’m so f-ckin’ hot i sssssss….i’ma need some more s’s
man i’m on some other sh-t, i want another b-tch
that want another b-tch, and i don’t cuddle b-tch
i hit her with that shovel d-ck, i got in that p-ssy and dug a ditch
some people gotta punch the clock, man i rather punch a brick
cuz i’m that n-gg-, and i’m so cold i just shivered
these n-gg-s think they hard, these n-gg-s just nipples
i pop a n-gg- like a ‘sicle, drop a n-gg- like a missle
mo’ money mo’ issues, i size you up then fit you
tunechi

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