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Текст песни Lil Wayne f Baby - BM J.R.

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[Baby talking]Yeah shawty you know what I`m talkin aboutI`m peepin these niggaz out there slippin lookin likethey ain`t `bout money no mo` man. So uh fuckyou know what we gon do huh? What we been doin ha niggaWe gon load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em niggaKeep buyin shit, keep fuckin hoes. Loadin up on mo` bitchesThen you know what I`m sayin, we gon get greedy too niggaI ain`t neva gettin full. I`m full blooded wit this grindYeah they don`t understand lil nigga!(I got it..I got it)(Lil Wayne verse)On the capitol only key to survive is killIf the elements don`t murder you the ridaz will Fa realAnd niggaz know I go hard to the fullestGet involved and I got em playin dodgeball wit bulletsYeah, I got the sawed off fully in the Sean John hoodyGet fucked you play pus-syHa! We hit em up while they lookinAnd them body shots hookedBut the head shots took himDamn! And if the red dot spot em then the hollow head got emKnock his temp to his bottom jack!Yeah! You see we grind from the bottom just to make it to the bottomAt the very bottom of the mapLilweeziana piranas everywhere you atYou gotta wear a extra condom and a extra gatYa bitch gon get it fa actin like a manAnd niggaz in Pakistan are packin like ya manI back this hand ya man on commandIn front of niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fanI`m on hot I adjust in different climatesDuckin the animal keep on runnin wit my primatesYou ain`t did it till you done it like in five statesWeezy hustle no blubber I put on weightAnd in the drought I go on a diet and stretch moreLose all that weight leave a nigga wit stretch marksYou don`t even come up to a nigga chest pa` sub parWhat the fuck they play it in the club forReal shit I`m duckin bombs from a drug warNo religion but the cops swear that I`m a drug lordFather forgive em for they know not who they pushin LordFather forgive me if I have to send em to ya LordI`m just tryin dodge the shots they send to the GodThey ridin up highway to heaven blvd. (Fuck em)Damn! Them niggaz pussy and jive not even in a eye exam they ain`t lookin for IThe A and the K will make ya face cook to the sideNow when you smilin everybody gotta look from the sideCause when you wildin you ain`t lookin you just lookin highAnd when we hungry you look like pieSweet potato ass nigga you lemon merengue apple custardCherry jelly don`t make me get the bisuit busta Yea!What up Gizzle you my distant brothaReal shit nigga same father different motherI skip the frontin and stick to keepin it trillYou not know me fa nothin other I`m somethin otherThan people you feel I`m deeper for real I`m deeper than skillzMy speeches can kill Rest in peace[Baby talking]Yeah! You undadig shawty it`s all about one thang niggaIf you bout money nigga come fuck wit usIf you ain`t bout no money get the fuck from `round us niggaAnd whateva you bout we bout itHoweva you wanna get we can give it to ya niggaAll runnaz bitch. Ya undadig put ya prints in niggaPut ya feet down and ya nutz on the concrete and lets roll(Let me get it back Aye. Aye.)(Lil Wayne verse)You sleep in the field fa tryin the dudeI`ll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to foodFood fa thought think I ain`t lyin to youI lye his body in grease set fire to emI tie his body in sheets put the tires to emMake em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blaadesDamn! I`m the heat in the blazeAnd niggaz keep they wayz when I`m in the streets wit blake What!My nigga hungry he`ll eat the plateAnd if I ask the homeboy`ll eat ya face Yea!And though he got me you can ask I`m like a pool table..I keep the eight (laughing)My side pocket side waysWhen I pop it leave a nigga sideways fa five daysBirdman talk to em[Baby talking]Yeah nigga. I tell em, I`ll tell em again shawtyif it ain`t bout no money get and fall the fuck from `round me nigga(Fuck dat I`m comin back man. Aye. Aye.)(Lil Wayne verse)Check my swagg I travel like sound dawgYou play hard in the gravel like ground dawgI`m underground call me ground hogLay down laws call em the ground lawDont confuse me wit the law nawBut just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.RI ain`t trippin nigga I play the corner like Ripken niggaWit the forty cal Ripken nigga rip a niggaFlip ya vehicle split ya windsheildHack ya baby moma but I`ll let the kid liveAnd people say that I am a kid stillCause the lil nigga still ride on big wheelsYou feelin animal then come on and get killedThis hit peel bandanas like bananasSay I`m slight bananas I blow a weekend in HavanaIn my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from SavannahMan a train could`nt stop ya manI man up and you not a manI stand up say I got my landI`m the man of my land call it Lilweeziana... Thats the new plan[Baby talking]Yeah nigga. You bout some money get at me nigga. Thats the only wayDumb shit we bout that get at me ya undadig. Nigga roll solo. Dolo nigga

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