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Oh Yea Cut the music up in the phones Drew My hair is blockin’ it [Laughs] My shit growin’ like my money….Hah
The Runners!
Let’s Go
[Hook]
Dip Dipset I get on extra Grind, I Get On Extra Grind I Get On Extra Grind, When It’s When It’s Reppin Time Dip Dipset When It’s Reppin Time When It’s When It’s Reppin Time When It’s Reppin Time When It’s When It’s Reppin Time
Dip Dipset I get on extra Grind, I Get On Extra Grind I Get On Extra Grind, When It’s When It’s Reppin Time Dip Dipset When It’s Reppin Time When It’s When It’s Reppin Time When It’s Reppin Time When It’s When It’s Reppin Time
Dipset When It’s Reppin Time, When It’s When It’s Reppin Time Dipset When It’s Reppin Time When It’s When It’s Reppin Time Dipset When It’s Reppin Time When It’s When It’s Reppin Time Dipset When It’s Reppin Time When It’s When It’s Reppin Time
Uh…Im so Dipset- Dipsouth Baby, If you don’t like it nigga, F**k You wit a AIDS dick, I hope you die 30 times, nigga murder moms, No fast talk, Im on that syrup, im on that turpentine If Killa say the Nigga Dead, then a Nigga Dead If Stunna say the Nigga Dead, then a Nigga Dead VIP-We be them niggas bangin in the red, Dont drink cristal no more, just pour it on white bitches heads,
This aint no Tommy Hilfiger, This that Polo Hoe, We are the biggest group alive that get that solo dawg, And we gon’ get that dough until they say theres no more dough, I smoke that ounce, I got that bounce, I got that pogo flow, Just shot a video wit R.Kelly but No Homo though, Really didn’t wanna do it but i f**k wit T.S. and Fat Joe Joe dawg, I am a robot and this robot is on overload, And bitch i always will be hot like im in overcoat,
[Hook]
Um..Dolla after Dolla, Holla at ya Guala, Im rollin like the stones, I need a water bottle, And if you need a pill, T.Streetz and Carter got em, Supply the whole party, We got the party poppin, We in New Orleans poppin, We way in Harlem poppin, In California poppin, ?? rockin skinny whore wit all them problems, Bitch you can eat these pills and chill and tell me all about em, Hold up my heart is knockin, Don’t worry water stops it, Hold up your mouth is dry, Don’t worry water mops it, I got a great idea, We should have sex, Bitch im like Dante Hall, I just throw up the X, My dick be still hard, I be so up for next, Thats when you slip up and f**k around, and f**k ya ex, That be that bullshit, But its the f**kin best!, I get her to pop a pill, And come and f**k the set!, And I F**kin Rap!
[Hook]
DipSouth…YaDigggg
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Dipset Pt. 2 Kush, good kush Weezy, dip dip Wayne, set set And I grip techs, leave em waterbed wet And I know just where to put these hollowtips His chest, his chest, his chest
Aiyo I take on a gang a gangs, anythang Animals oragitangs Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes when I make it rain I got a whole collection I got a dope connection I got a coke connection I got a dope infection No homo, my flow is hard as an erection So that’s why its f**k the world wit protection Pay attention to the lecture My words carry life like a stretcher Yeah, you know young wayne in here Smellin team spirit, like kurt cobain was here Yeah, yeah we got them thangs in here And we will bang in here Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And the bank is here Lincoln’s here, Grants is here Jackson’s here, Franklin’s here Them dead muf**kas And the drank is here, dank is here Stank in here, gangstas here Wankstas feel, that red muf**ka And my city hot, ride wit the itchy cock Coupe wit the titties popped Where the f**kin city cop And I got the haters like, “When will he stop?”
Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks I’m a nutcase, uptown’s my birthplace They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet I hope you boys ready, because I’m jet set And when I come up in the building you already know Bitch wet, bitch wet, bitch wet, f**k now
Yes, um, gloves, drawls, socks, tees All made by Ralph Laureen No shades just, my eyeballs watchin em Tattoos on top of them, igloos for watches And champagne for breakfast, and Sports cars for lunch, and pussy for dinner I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner Ask the paparazzi, I’m in the mazeratti Ridin shotti, bad bitch, clyde and bonnie I call her Kammie, that’s short for kamikaze She called me daddy and never short wit daddy money Its Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey I’m never broke, never have a cast on me Always paid, always got cash on me I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry I’m a phantom hauler, a shooter not a brawler And ya girlfriends a determined Carter caller Control a bitch, and let a nigga hold a bitch Put her on the corner shit, and let her make a porno flick She would play the roll again Whenever she roll again, pop a pill and roll again Now we on the roll again I work her, work her Tell her be my slave, bitch I’m paid Out my cage, I just can’t feel my face With Santana, we wild riders like Al Queda Supreme dada, young mula, Bird Junior, yeah
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Goodmorning New York, Good afternoon New Orleans, Goodnight America, This is Young Money…Nikki Minage
[Nikki:] They dont make us to break us no im with tha bakers, Im gettin bread wit Dread up in Jamaica, Its them young stunnas, Nikk and Lil Weezy, Nikk-Im the chick that go get it like Jeezy, Fallback cause I do this here, Step ya bars up or ur through this year, Yup, its onli right that the whole blocks there, Hopped out the air in the blue and white layer, Im here, Im lit, Long hair-Dont care, Steady starin at my ear, cause my ear on glare, Now its now hard to find me, Top behind me, You be Harry Potter, and I’ll be Hermione, Il be early, Im girl the girl they, Call the 1 like im my first birthday, Im in that range rov, Honkin that Kango, That pussy red cause it tastes like Mango,
[Hook]
[Wayne:]
YA..dig So i guess its my turn, and imma go at niggas heads like sideburns, Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn, Big light, green buds, is what I burn, Nikki since ive been rappin, this is what ive learned, All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm, And i knock this shit out like Tom Hearns, If it aint abou money, Me no concern, A paper chaser till my thigh burn, And never give a bitch, what ive earned, F**k i look like?, Im lookin for a bitch that can f**k right, cook right, And if not, then left foot right, Foot get tha steppin, Yeah bitch walk like.. And my hoes talk like “HssHswAsh” And i just say “Right”, We don’t fuss fight, She is just..just….just right,
[Hook]
Ya Diggggggggg!?
Im on tour till my moneys like the bus height, Ice lookin bright, see me comin like bus lights, Weezy…
Nikki…Minage… Young Money..
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[Chorus:] Dough is what I got, lil mama Dough is what I got, pretty lady Dough is what I got, shortie Dough is what I got, baby C’mon, I’m paid [x4]
[Lil Wayne:] Give a woman none, uh-huh I already gave my brother some, it’s my sister turn Ain’t it funny how the fish do burn But your boy just relax like a fresh new perm At the world in the barrel of the pistol term Well we get it how we live never live and learn Gotta talk about the flow cause you is concerned Only down south rapper could’ve been in tha firm Or the commissioner of Wu-Tang nigga Tryna tell you I can kick it like Liu Kang nigga Got the Sub-Zero flow how you want me ma Nigga get over here like Scorpion And when it comes down to this recording I must be Lebron James if he’s Jordan No, I want ringsfor my performance I’m more Kobe Bryant of an artist Same coach, same game, been starting …Same triangle offense I come through the lane like dargent Refree niggaz is lame they call charging I have no brain I’m retarded We are not the same I’ma Martian
You can be my Jane i’m your Tarzan I’m from the jungle where the snakes is all poison I am magnificent like Marcus You might wanna fall back like August Or late september whatever you call it I hit niggaz in the head like Vonage I am talking to no particular audience But understand I’m the guardian And understand there won’t be no guardin him You will just get played like an accordion I don’t give a damn if she’s bossy I keep pussy running like a faucet She better catch like she Steve Largent Because I’m “What’s up” like “Martin”
[Lil Wayne:] See I know y’all be talking about and you don’t like what you here sometimes But um um since I’m so bright I’ma put the spotlight on you baby
[Chorus:] Show me what you bout, lil daddy I know you need to stop, stop hatin I know what you not, wodie And that is Weezy Baby Blunts up now Blaze [x4]
[Lil Wayne:] Tell the world take six Young dictionary make words make sense
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Yezzir It’s me…the rapper eater…feed me feed me feed me! No homo. One time for me, one time for the DJ He be Khaled, I be Lil’ Weezy Baby if you ask me if you’re nasty Creative gifted bastard Spit sporadic I’m so diplomatic democratic Touch it, Bring it, Push it systematic Damn right I kissed my daddy I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is And I’m his kid I stunt with my daddy Call Mrs. Lee, she’s with my daddy So diss me and dont diss my daddy Cause who was there when no one wasn’t? Just my daddy Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy So who’ll be there when I see the money? Just my daddy Who said that I be the one? Just my daddy! Hello Hip Hop I’m home, Its Your Daddy When I say D’s, I don’t mean the caddy I mean ‘deez nuts’ Akon’s and Khaleds, Rick Ross, TIP, Stunna and Fat Joe And I can’t, can’t, can’t forget Brisco & Yeah I done squashed the bullshit it’s rizo It’s a bakery here just trying to get dough Shout to my Dreads, my Haitians and Chicos You’re lookin for me hoe? I’m in the 3-0…Five, I’m the best rapper alive Homeboy got a mind, that a map couldnt find
Homeboy got a 9, that a cop couldnt find I could get to it even if I was blind Scary movie be screaming when I rhyme I’ma ‘King’ you can ask ‘Steven’ if I’m lying I’ma Prince too demanding like my mom Too bold too cold like wet Sa-lam-Me! Me! It’s all about me! If a girl gotta voice then she talking about me! He say, she say, I say me! Will be in the M.I.A. me! With me! And T! And Big Ronnie! And the homie Street probably somewhere on the beach And Tez and E probably somewhere in the jeep And Marl in the Phantom with Mr. G And me! Me! It’s all about me! Play with me and it’s all out beef Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet!, Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets! Yikes! Yeeks! Great! Scott! Storch! Can I borrow your yacht? Watch me and my click go all out Like the ball in the stands we balls out Boy I don’t know what y’all ’bout But I just spit like a dog mouth Pink ice just looking like a hog mouth VRRRMMM …I had to bring the hog out Light dem trees bring the log out Everyday Christmas I’m egged nogged out & Hip Hop Is My New Bought House My flow just grew legs and walked out BYE
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[Lil Wayne:] Vule Voo voo Sha Avec moi BitcheZ (Showtime) Re Re Re Remix [x4] (You Know What Time It Is Right) [Swiss Beats:] Chilling In My Beama [Lil Wayne:] Sitting In Ma Phantom [Swiss Beats:] Listening To Either [Lil Wayne:] Listening to the Anthem
[Wayne:] Weezy da bama wat my bama
Your girl wit me so i fan she dont answer He so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (this is the remix) So i let her lick the rapper She take care of me And the homeboyz after Jumpoff Jumpoff the girl a jumpoff I let ha snort of mountains And she get jumpedoff Jumpoff Jumpoff you know she a jumpoff Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jumpoff You make it so hard when it all so basic Chevy grill look like a set of new braces Southside baby We outside baby Smoking on this bitch like Popeyes baby
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(Lil’ Wayne) And who i be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby, and I got em on they knees, saying baby, Im a goodfella, they bout to make me but I been made ho, I been paid ho, I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho’ I’m red hot, I’m ice cold I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches Yea, Daddy’s rich I got their bitches
—-Chorus—-
hey where we from, new orleans hurricanes pussy poppa’s murder scenes and what we drink? (drank) that lean (lean) cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) and what we smoke? That piffy (you know) presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it) presidential shit, monica lewinsky
—-Verse 1—-
I’m back for the mothaf**kin title wish an idol get money ’til I die, got my hand on the bible I’m a scrap what I’m writing wit a hand full of rifle If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the ‘tuss bitch I’m on that leaaaan, Yeah, and I’m on that green Won a championship I’m still on that team yeah, and I’m ya woman’s dream, And If ya feelin’ cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF) Hah, and I’m so damn clean These leaves cost a stack, that’s throw back jeans You wouldn’t know that you don’t roll like me We in the building everything cool until i scream (yeah)
—-Chorus—-
hey where we from, new orleans hurricanes pussy poppa’s murder scenes and what we drink? (drank) that lean (lean) cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) and what we smoke? That piffy (you know) presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it) presidential shit, monica lewinsky
—- Verse 2—-
Ridin’ in the caddy mo’ Blowin like sachmo I’m highly strapped low Baby go from what ya know Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame Money up, champagne, still posin’, same game Cash money still, do it for the money Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car backyard theme park, front yard car show I’m somewhere in the house and it’s like where’s waldo? ten bricks straight powder air cargo Weezy F. straight hustlin’ no barcode You don’t know what my heart holds, straight fuel Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule Put some weight on her back make her ass move She give daddy money back that’s a fast move 40 G’s one chain, that’s a man jewels 45 for the Jag dude
—-Chorus—-
hey where we from, new orleans hurricanes pussy poppa’s murder scenes and what we drink? (drank) that lean (lean) cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) and what we smoke? That piffy (you know) presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it) presidential shit, monica lewinsky
—-Verse 3—-
Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch I move the happy ass gun from my hip Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap I’m steady as crack wit the shrap I’m heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat I’m right like Betty and the fetti is the facts The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack I’m just tryin’ to let my hair back And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat? Champagne clear liquor put that beer back Got work so cheap it’s on Sears racks Holla at me on the low I take care of that And feds buy mixtapes yeah I’m aware of that But this here is the suffix you scared of dat When you get shot you know where ya at
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Damn She Bad Damn She Thick And I Mite Not Know Perfect But Damn She It And She Thick And She Rite Damn She Nice You Can Be My Judge Baby..Yeah I’ll Do Life Gimme Life And I Know That You Be Dancin Till Your Toes Hurt But I Can Make Your Toes Curl I Can Make Your Soul Jerk We Can Soul Search And I Also Got That Street Credit I Got More Work…Than Any Dude…You…Knew Girl I Am A Blood Su-woop I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo I Will Change My Name To Boo And Fukk Around And Call You Now What You Wanna Do? Because..What Ever That Maybe Baby I Will Do That Too Ad Ooo I Will G. P. S You Now What You Going Through And Likk A Pair Of Wet~N~Sticky Vickies Girl I’m On You Okay Ma The Mood, Is So Rite, Light, 2 Can Take Flight My Nigga T.I. Is The King I Am The Prince..Your Knight, Right You Dont Need A Superman..You Just Need A Man Likk Weezy
[Ciara:] Babyy
[Lil Wayne:] And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way We Can Postpone And Stay Home Likk A Rain Day She’ll Have The Salad Just Put Her On Wayne’s Plate What You Know ’bout Having Syrup Poured On That Pancake? Nasty As I Wanna B..Or Nasty As You Likk Me Too..Be I Hope You Likk Me Too But Now You Know I Likk You Too 3 Am Room Service..Serve Ya You Can B My Dessert..Be My Caramel Sherbert Call You Mama We Can Make A Baby N The Way You Work The Mic In Your Video Is So
[Ciara:] Crazzyy
[Lil Wayne:] And The Chair Or Stool Move Was Kool You Make Me Wanna Oohhh But I’ma B Kool I Need A Moment
I Think You R The Finest Human On Earth We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework Take Your Ass To School Too Boo Teach You All The Rules You Never Knew We Need A Moment I Can B Your Future I Can B Your Teacher B Your Professor..Write Down This Lecture You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework I Can B Your Tutor And Help You With Exams No Failing Or It’s Summer time For You You Got Them Goodies And I Got A Sweet Tooth Now Can Yall Blame Me? Shit..Hov Got B And I Just Want See See I Just Want To See If Your Taller Than Me Naw Really I Just Wanna See If You R Mrs. Carter To Be Yeah I Know This Is Pretty Awkward For Me But I Just Act Likk You Are Talking To Me When You Say
[Ciara:] Ooohhh..I Mean Everything That I Say.. From The Bottom Of My Heart.. I Would Never..Never Ever..Hurt You. I Open My Heart..Open My Heart
[Lil Wayne:] Beleive Dat.. And I Agree Dat Open Up Your Heart To Me And You Wont Get Your Key Back Miss Ciara You Are Colder Than Blue And Baby I Aint Talkin To Nobody Else But
[Ciara:] Youuuuu…There’s Nothing I Wont Do Baby..To Spend My Life With You.. I Give My Life To You..I Promise That I Will Never Lie..Oohh
[Lil Wayne:] Ayyy Sweetheart..I Dont Care What Nobody Say Real Niggas Gonna Show Respect Ya Dig! Ayy Darling You R All That..Whatever That Is..I’d Sure Likk To Know Ha Ha!! Let Me Kut That Out But Straight Up Mama..I Just Did This Ma Because You Deserve It Young Carter I’m Out!!!
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Me me its all ’bout me Play with me and its mad Ill be.
Please not me she said “oh yes m”e ! I will kill you, and bury your body.
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Straford walk it out I bring nebraska out I am a rockets fan Oh yea we marchin out And if they talk about like what they talkin bout
My MY HOMIE G MONEY from da south roll it out dat town now Man im just tryin 2 get my peanuts im like charlie brown Ok da uzi make dat holy sound Take 2 of these and walk around Come straight from that it town it — belong to zibit now so bring it out..
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