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RAP POP ROCK LIT COUNTRY R&B NEWS HISTORY SCREEN SPORTS LAW TECH X META Genius /Beta D′usseLil Wayne This motherfucking D'usse got me sweating and shit... Word to God Hov, fuck with ya boy Okay nigga, I got ′em, point 'em out and I got 'em Let ′em get a lil buzz, then we robbing for pollen We ain′t killing no minors, you niggas still in the minors And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup I swear lord knows I′ma murk one of these niggas Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga I been did my time, I'm getting better with time But real niggas don′t whine, we'll burn down your vineyard I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I′m a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs Talking about some M's, it′s sounding like gospel hymns Yes, lord We on that D′usse, me and my nigga Euro Tina turn up in this bitch We got Lauren in this bitch Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky Steph in this bitch Yah dig? What's up Brandon!? Lego! Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark, fuck them shellfish Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis Nigga, please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put it on everything I′ma give that fucking woman everything, everything Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow? I don′t know, fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson That bitch gonna need a new nose I ain't got time for you hoes Shit I only have two goals And that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I′m riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain't stunting these niggas Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas Wayne-chung bitch! More than one bitch This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, fuck bitches Kill niggas and smoke weed I′m married to this real shit And I′m a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood That 44 ain't no good You better bring that chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood That 45 ain′t no good You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah We gonna have them choppers We gonna have them choppers You better bring the chopper Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga Mula! My nigga Hood in this bitch Still on that D'usse Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother He just passed out in the club the other night off that D′usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That′s some Young Money shit Soo Woo to the B gang Rest in peace Cedar Frogg

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