LyricsHigh Beamin'

lil wayne, BG

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Last update on: July 25, 2017
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Niggas be hatin 'Cause BG got it Every top of the line car they got

Look I ride it From the Hummer to the Rover To the drop jag B and C lex truck Nothin' my click ain't had Everybody head was fucked When they heard bout the deal Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill Already was straight now we livin larger Already was ballin now we ballin harder Bitches can't take me Cause my wrist stay flossed out Niggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed out Ghetto made me My dog, Baby, saved me Niggas find out they hoe got fucked,?? That's how it go It ain't my fault I got mega cheese Walk that walk Talk that talk i'm BG Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin' Wha I'ma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller baby And I'm racin through In the all black chrome A Mercedes Coupe Got yo' wife at my house And she naked too And all my niggas all around Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do' It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dog And I'm surrounded by the ice It got me freezin' dog And it's plain and simple Won't change 'cause it's natural Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all Got the game from Beatris I'm tryin to see six numbers Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womens And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers Put it together This is the life when you get full of the cheddar Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what La, la, la, la Here I come star rapper I get the fast money Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money Standin out the roof of my car And flash hundreds Take your girl to the mall Spend a G like that's nothin She lay on the floor Open up the spot Take off her draws Let me see the cunt Don't stop Lil' Weezy We's ain't nothin nice But gats in my Jesus Christ Nothin but ice When they see me at night Behind I stay high Snatch yo' wife Run up in her with the K-Y But it's on man Ever since I was born Wayne Nigga get out of line I get dirty like John Wayne I'm bout stuntin', flossin' Whatever come wit it And I don't shoot guns Unless they have a drum wit it At first they wasn't wit it Thought that I was jokin Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it

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