lil wayne - fuck you lyrics
[lil wayne]
who that, weezy b-tch
like sigel, you f-ckin with the young don, people
plus i’m tryna make a son, he gon’ be the sequel
muh’f-ckas better be peaceful, fo’ sheezle
i get sums in lumps, like measles
my dough sick, on occations i catch seizures
i treat beef like burgers, just cheese you
and for that cheedar, hungry n-gg-z’ll eat you
we breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes
b-tches yell i wanna do those guys
ain’t that cold, you know sh-t f-cked up when you got banked at fo’
i’m 19 and i got banked at o
that’s the bentley ma, that ain’t that rolls
but the price on that m-th-f-cka ain’t that low
guaranteed that i’ll bang that fo’
if your f-ckin with the dude
big shout from cash money records, f-ck you
[chorus x8]
f-ck you, f-ck you n-gg-, m-th-f-ck you
[mannie fresh]
chains, nines, guns that’s us
the slogan is “we will bust”
the rules our this our size
cross it young n-gg- and you will die
pumps, ride guns, even 25’s
cash money got this, don’t even try it
stay where you from, don’t bring no static
if not, then semi-automatic
this is the payback, p-ssy b-tch stay back
f-ck you, yo’ mama, yo’ daddy and where you lay at
what’s beef, beef is when you f-ck with us
guaranteed to lay yo’ -ss up under the bus
there’s no one quicker, than a hot boy n-gg-
that’ll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger
there’s no one keaner, with the chrome sarafina
murder ain’t nuttin’ but a misdemeanor
[chorus x4]
[baby]
fo’ sho’ n-gg-
i’m gon’ ride ’round my city and stunt my sh-t
if a n-gg- don’t like it they can suck my d-ck
i got a bentley, jag, rolls, ferrari
lambo’ with no top i’m gon’ ride tomorrow
f-ck a cutless, regals, and rams v-12
gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams
got a big -ss crib with a flow lil f-ck
got a roof all gl-ss and that b-tch split up
got a house built look like a mercedes booth
ferrari sofa set with the lambo’ wrench room
leskitted up kitchen set and rolls royce wall
jaguar floors and f-ck all yall
bmw lights, projectors to watch fights
caddilac benz, white fox for threads
chin cheddar for chi tower, ain’t that crazy
i don’t give a f-ck homie, that’s how i play it
refridge designed like a lexus with legs
in the fridge, it’s quarters to replace the eggs
from me, fresh, and weezy f-ck what they say
i’m cash money stunna n-gg- and that’s how i play it
[chorus x8]
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