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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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