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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter III (2008)
Da... Da... Da... David... Banner
La, la la la, la, la la la la (x4) (Uh!) Sittin' in a Caddy, bright like Batty Floatin' up the aisle like a bride and her Daddy Hip-Hop addict, hip-hop addict Man I swear I'm on top like the attic Yeah bitch I be with my dog like Shaggy And we stay clean but get dirty like Harry Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries Fuck me, I'm all about weed like Paris Hilton presidential suite already I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday I swear I'm a savage like Lil' Webbie and Randy Oscar de la Hoya, box ya like a casket Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin' See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently Apparently, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly 4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry I'm richer than all y'all I got a bank full of pride Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' (x2) Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hershey's I'm hyper, thump it like a piston And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon Hidin' gas prices, you Vegas trinket I'm ridin' on the park in the Bentley golf cart The Polo be cream but the bottle's caviar (yeah!) Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin' You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah) And I vow I never trust another woman ('nother woman) In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah) Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended where the home is Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' (x2) Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette See I ain't goin' no where bitch You know a nigga been home honey Money fuckin' retarded, called the down syndrome money My case sick shit, they diagnose sickle cell brain The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle down into all the niggas flawless in D-Class Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready? And Zulu with the cameras like I'm diggin' down Halle Berry My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can't conceive Like interactin' with women, on caliber of Janet I sit and mater my vision and massacre the planet I hope you nigga's know just what it is While I'm countin' my paper nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' (x2) Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilette |
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