| I don’t know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party
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| recently. |
| She’s crazy stupid thick
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| Mack in here
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| Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up
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| Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
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| Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
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| Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come
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| Tell 'em bring my car around
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| Tell 'em bitches lap up
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| I’ma cut this music down
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| Tell 'em put they apps up
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| Tell 'em throw they pride out
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| Roll them windows back up
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| Money in the air, who say white men can’t jump?
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| Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump
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| Let me get the phone and the car once its gassed up
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| AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up
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| I could let it blast, but I much rather have one
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| Tell 'em bring my car around
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| Tell 'em bitches lap up
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| Then them hoes get passed down
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| Then them hoes get passed up
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| Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus
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| I’m stickin' to this shit
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| You woulda better not hop yo' ass up
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| Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie
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| I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
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| I got hittas woadie
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| I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
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| I got hittas woadie
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| Yeah I got plenty woadie
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| And they just wait for the word
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| This shit like Wheel of Fortune
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| Goddamn, these snitches nosy
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| Goddamn, these snitches nosy
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| Nigga, I’m a ass with that semi
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| Call me semicolon
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| Yeah I got hittas woadie
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| Yeah I got plenty woadie
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| They kick the door and kill yo' ass and leave the children snoring
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| I’m sippin' lean out a glass
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| Make me feel important
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| I made some green in the past and now it’s good as golden
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| Yeah
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| (Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one)
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| I got hittas woadie
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| I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
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| I got hittas woadie
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| I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
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| I’m so lifted, I’m so lifted
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| I wrote my will in hieroglyphics
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| Weezy, where you been? |
| The people miss you
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| Crickets
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| I got hittas and they not kidders
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| That’s my niggas
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| You got niggas but they not hittas
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| They got jitters, they get hit up
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| I’m placin' figures on your niggas
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| Takin' bidders, you’ll pay niggas
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| Don’t make a difference
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| I got shooters, on phone with suitors
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| They armed and brutal
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| Armed intruders, 'cause we don’t doo-doo
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| We drop conclusions
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| I got sprayers, all type of sprayers
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| We gon' need Google
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| I got paper, on top of paper
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| We gon' need rulers
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| I’m effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals
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| Strong as sumo, we armed as usual
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| My hittas hungry
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| Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you
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| Just like bazookas, don’t confuse 'em
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| We only hittas, y’all only humans
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| Don’t get hit up, woadie
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| 'Cause I got hittas woadie
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| He’s a very small child. |
| And I just said he was a genius, you know what I’m
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| sayin'? |
| Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. |
| You know, he did.
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| He’s so smart, I can’t teach him nothin'. |
| He’s done been here before |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hittas , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Tha Carter V, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп