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Throwed Off

アーティスト:Lil Wayne  アルバム:Sorry 4 The Wait 

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Yeah, Okay, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda [x2], I Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk it out Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin' Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody In the rap game, so it's fuck everybody Married to the mob, bury you alive My girl pussy feel like heaven to a God And I came in this bitch with my niggas Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah


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