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アーティスト:Lil Wayne  アルバム:Tha Carter  作詞:CARTER DWAYNE/WILLIAMS RONALD  作曲:CARTER DWAYNE/WILLIAMS RONALD 

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(Baby Talking) Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout' I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout money no more man, so what fuck You know what we gon' do ha? We gon' do what we been doin nigga We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em' Nigga Keep buyin' shit Keep fuckin hoes Loadin up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind (Lil Wayne) I GOT IT I GOT IT (Lil Wayne) Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill. If the elements don't murder you, Tha rydahs will... Fa real. And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest; Get involved, And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets. (YEA)I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie Get fucked--ya play pussy. (HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin' And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em' DAMN! And if tha red dot spot em' Then tha hollow-head got em' Knock his tops to his bottom Jack. (Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom Just to make it to da bottom At the very bottom o' da map Louisiana-- Piranhas Every where U at. U gotta wear a extra condom And a extra gat. Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man I backed his hand...ya man on command In fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan. I'm on hot. I adjust in different climates Stuck in a animal--Keep runnin wit my prime mates U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight. And in a drought I go on a diet and strecth more Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks You'nt even come up to a nigga chest Pause Up, PAW ,What tha fuck they play dat in da club fa? Real Shit I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da god They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard. DAMN! Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam They ain't lookin fa I. Fa A and a K I'll make ya face crook to tha side Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side. Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin' U jus lookin' High And when we hungry, U look like pie Sweet potato-ass nigga U lemon Meringue--Apple custard Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA) What up chizzle? U my distant brotha Real shit nigga Same father--different motha (shit) I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it "trill"


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