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lil wayne - that's all i have lyrics

[verse 1: tyga]
ha! peek-a-boo, b-tch! swag scare your kids
my airplane clothes flyer than your bestest sh-t
gorillas in the mist, pro-black: pump they fist
i’m from the planet of the apes: king kong clips
silence lambs, b-tch; run through your land trippin’
can’t pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
if sh-t hits the fan, i ron artest n-ggas
this how i’m living: getting tatted in some house slippers
i like my b-tches simple: lay back, relax ya mental
sh-t, you know what i do, tell me what you tryna get into
the man car’s rented, the man car k!lling
gossipping? f-ck the car! look at the man in it!
ha! boys-to-man business, we don’t hire b-tches
just fire b-tches: young money fire spitters
them red ants is with us and they ain’t ate they dinner
begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish
i’m k!llin these records, they put me in guinness
i really don’t give a f-ck if you witness
you hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
i’m still gonna get my f-cking percentage
i cuss a lot cause b-tch i’m serious young no beard
get soup, like gumbo with shrimp
flyer than dumbo ears is, b-tch

[verse 2: lil wayne]
uhh, now let me start by sayin’ i don’t like this beat
but i weather the storm, i’m a lightnin’ streak
uhh, weezy f. baby, i do it big: weigh me
them crazy freaky b-tches tryna to cirque du soleil me
got some new b-tches, trail got em’ laughin’
the one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet sh-lls in the cabinet
f-ckin’ with me is like steppin’ on the tail of a dragon
wet p-ssy is my cabin, more b-tches than a pageant
i keep a house full n-gga, call me bob saget
spendin’ time backwards, hotter than a cactus
and we ain’t in the buildin’, we the f-ckin’ contractors
ym, m-th-f-cka, why hate it?
young money down your throat, ya gotta stay hydrated
quarterback weezy, young tom brady
open up ya mouth, and catch a bomb baby
good morning, dude, eagle street corner, tune
long dough, no short bread, no lorna doone
i’m warnin’ you: we on the move
bunch of female dogs and garden tools
that’s b-tches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
hip-hop was washed up so i brought some change to finish my load
i load millions and more millions
money to the ceilings? n-gga, no ceilings!

[verse 3: shanell]
step up in this b-tch, 5 o’clock in the morning
the world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning
i’mma get that worm now, tell ’em it’s my turn now
y’all n-ggas need a lesson on some ethic; you gon’ learn now
i do this for the love of it; saliva, cause i love to spit
and i juke it; for my future records, y’all gon’ love to spin
f-cking with my brethren, 10 years strong
and he put them dreads in: silver john long
but he’s more like platinum; hold up, here’s a napkin
pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in
tell me, where is mack maine? …that’s all i have

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