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アーティスト:Lil Wayne  アルバム:No Ceilings 2 

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Dope man Dope man, coke man I play the Porsche, 918 I mean the spider you do not know what I mean I got a driver for my drop top limousine Go ask yo bitch I bet she know 'bout Mr. G Yeah he like to talk, she like to talk So when he drop her off, they have a heart to heart 'Cause he got all the answers And I got all the verses My Benz don't got no ceilings But the windows came with curtains So me and G swerving, me and G swerve I keep the double R, me and Steve Kerr Popping these percs like I'm on injury reserve And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur Amen, amen No baking soda, my nigga, we play it raw We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf Want you to know it's me nigga, my mask off Cut out his tongue put that bitch in a glass jar Then drop it off to your kid's classroom Dirt bags, we belong in a vacuum A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom Long hallways my room is the last room Long hard days, my schedule don't have room You home all day, you stuck on your Mac book I'm gone all day I'm chasing that checkbook I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'usse Back in the day we was on section eight Now we got our own section, motherfucker like "hey" All y'all niggas know what time it is like Flav Public Enemy Number One like Flav Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef Gave G the day off 'cause the car park itself Shots take off like a stealth


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