| (Verse 1:)
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| Young Weezy F. Baby, hottest nigga on the block
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| Use to really buy sickles, now I really motivite
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| Pop a front wheel off
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| Chill up in the pillow with yo girl, he got her heels up She tryna get my ceilings
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| Chill when she feel, some say I’m one of them realest niggas
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| Them realest nigga, the illest nigga
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| She heal this nigga, we chill this nigga
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| We drinkin not sippin, and we thinking bout dippin in the Jacuzzi skinny
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| She get me she must repeat the procedure
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| Till she get me, got me good, so good till I ohh
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| Once she got me she gotta get Mack Maine
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| Cause mami he just like me, my nigga from Holly—Grove
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| Go inside your clothes like legs inside of pants
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| And speaking of breads, my shit came straight outta France
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| I am would like to dance
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| I can, I really can
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| I am, I’m really not
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| I’m Wayne, I’m really hot
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| I’m Wayne, I’m really hot
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| I’m Wayne, I’m really hot
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| I’m Wayne, I’m really hot
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| Tha pain, tha? |
| Yea
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| (Chorus:)
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| I’m in the game going hard, tryna get the rim
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| And if I got her, I’m a take one for the team
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| And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| (Verse 2:)
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| Tip-toe on the sideline, get low when I see the referee
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| Like T. O, the eagles in my sock, I hide mine
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| I got my game unlock, I can find mine
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| Shit niggas up like a combine
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| Now I’m outside of the physicals like? |
| do I got steroids to heroine
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| He got me bonding with barry who… say I’m in psycho
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| Mami say me local, go crazy like winkle
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| Texas, like David caress
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| I’m waving a tech yea
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| Me, myself, I go to war with ATF yea
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| Be myself, ain’t gotta be nobody else yea
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| Last one left, I cashmoney of the shelf yea
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| Damn, real got me so after gone
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| Coming for the bank, so who’s the mothafuckin chancellor
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| Modafuckin holdin on a nigga’s (?)
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| Standin at the front door like
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| DoDoDoDo, let me in!
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| DoDoDoDo, let me in!
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| DoDoDoDo, let me in!
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| DoDoDoDoDoDoDo, fucker
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| (Chorus:)
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| I’m in the game going hard, tryna get the rim
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| And if I got her, I’m a take one for the team
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| And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| (Verse 3:)
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| Throw it off the backboard, tell em niggas line up I yank on em and throw the birdman sign up I seen tha hot spitta, he in this off season
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| He got the cheerleaders, they like real even
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| I mean the girls kiss here even
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| Mehn this bird is just competition (fuck em)
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| Opposely, to the opposition (fuck em)
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| Gotta be the whelm my position
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| If u tryna stay in my position
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| Got tha CEO proposition
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| Hey wat u know about the CEO poppin pistols
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| Mofucker that’s the CEO proposition
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| Hey wat u know about the CEO poppin pistols
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| Tell me that boi…
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| (Chorus:)
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| I’m in the game going hard, tryna get the rim
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| And if I got her, I’m a take one for the team
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| And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Walk it off nigga
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| Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Certified , by - Young Money. Song from the album Certified & All Eyez on Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп