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lil wayne - ianahb lyrics

i’m in the crib b-tt naked b-tch
she said my d-ck could be the next black president
americans hate that i’m american
medicine, i treat it like peppermints
uh, i’m in the ocean getting shark p-ssy
shoot you in ya f-ckin’ mouth and make you talk to me
sometimes i need someone to talk to
cause i am not a human being…part two
getting paid, show money for walk throughs
lettin’ all these hoes ride my d-ck, car pool
my bars p-ssed the bar exam, no law school
cash money army, veteran with my war wounds
uh, whatcha man doing?
i pop his m-th-f-ckin’ top like a canned good
and all my n-gg-s that i roll with are h-lla armed
and last night i took a transformer
and had a dream that my d-ck turned to megatron
but my girl, was sleeping with decepticons
money talks man and mine talks lecture long
p-u-s-s-y…my second home
i be grindin’ on them hoes like a half pipe
she say “tunechi you the sh-t you need your -ss wiped”
i say “before you gas me up, check the gas price”
then i make her take this d-ck like advice
she see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
i stick it in her -ss like some f-cking steroids
jose canseco, make no mistake
like a white boy wearing black paint, you’re a fake -ss n-gg-
break pads n-gg-…wait
you ain’t in my weight cl-ss n-gg-
lookin’ for the m-th-f-ckin’ man in the mirror
runnin’ this sh-t like a faucet…farrah
barra…cuda, who the f-ck you are?
i can make ya b-tch root for me like i grew her
bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
90 billion b-tches on my stick like a skewer
that’s swag, i’m a true blood, b-tch no fangs
been went pro, now i’m going propane
b-tch get off me, b-tch get off me
i got her over here blowing me like coffee
decaffeinated, hand me that paper like i graduated
and i get head while it’s decapitated
think it’s a game n-gg- come play
i’m with my killer b’s, f-ck bug spray
yeah, young money so gangsta
i personally know strangers
it’s so strange but this girl named dana, like to go -n-l
shoot ’em in his head, what’s that? a no brainer
plain ol’ n-gg-, but a break from the norm
i wear my heart on my sleeve so don’t be breakin’ my arm
i rather ring ya f-ckin’ neck before i ring the alarm
i dream to meet a serial killer that’ll bring me along
wit ’em, i gotta hit ’em like redbones with long hair
f-ck with me, ya -ss is gr-ss…get a lawn chair
i was f-cking before my d-ck started growin’ hair
b-tches sweatin’ me like john mayer, or warm air
mannn, nuts and bananas
you know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
if you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble
no rubber…i just f-cked this piano
n-gg-.

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