Microphone check, I still don’t hear my… Oh yeah I do, yeah I do Who the f*** is Stevie J? [Hook 1: Lil Wayne] Don’t be lookin’ for no donations You get d***, then reservations I get p***y then hibernation I start humpin’ soon as I wake up I woke up in some new punani He woke up bleedin’ like “who shot me?” I kept shootin’; Boo said “you got ‘em”. Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body. But anyway I woke up in some new punani [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I was drunk as a b***h, drunk as a b***h But not drunk as that b***h I got in that s*** acted donkey in it Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk he can fit Then she jumped on my d*** like a monkey and s*** Monkey see monkey do, banana clips Shoot at them n****s, no camera glitch Wax that a**, no candle stick And I run with some killers I eat with the mob Got some s*** built up I keep it inside Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes The TEK on my thigh and my aim so good I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye Hold up, all bullshit aside A n**** almost died but I’m outchea F*** around with a real n**** get murked I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed? Love it when she make faces P***y feel like vacation Eat it like I’m dyin’ of starvation I’m at the finish line, her heart racin’ Give her the View, if she Caucasian My n****s wild as Jumanji You can call me an S.O.B Cause its skateboards over bugattis I used to be at them Heat games With better seats than Pat Riley Don’t stop, pop that don’t stop Pop that Ollie, Tunechi [Verse 2: Boo] Sippin’ on dumb, puffin’ a J Met her tonight, f*** her today You tuck her away, I’m f***in’ her face Wine head, she’s guzzling grapes Back shots, I’m holding her waist Freaky, I always freak… You know Tune my bro, but he ain’t tryna meet ya Just bring your friend, both of us’ll eat her Hater n****s be hungry Got a hundred shots to feed ‘em Her panties are down, her legs is up We finally f***ed, she starved for months Don’t give a f***, still I’ll hit Never no feelings, no love for these hoes No flowers, we’re simple, we f***ed in the Rolls No flowers, we’re simple, we f***ed in the Rolls Royce – trick! Now they mad, I told they was B***hes’ll be lying, I did the same Far from a square, don’t mistake me for lame She’s s**kin’ me off, I’m pokin’ her brain She tell me keep goin’, I’m doin’ my thing That p***y so wet, I’m calling it rain I’m giving her hundreds, she’s keeping my change I keep it a hundred, you do the same Most women front, but who do you blame? I gave you d***, you gave me p***y It’s safe to say it’s an even exchange… B***h! [Hook 2: Lil Wayne] Don’t be givin’ out information You know n****s still on probation I get higher than expectations You know this is the Dedication I’m on that kush she on that molly I turn that p***y to Dasani Shout out my nigga Luca Brasi I don’t know this ho So I must dash, no disguises Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 18:33:58 +0000
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