| All the whips on 4's
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| And my wrist so froze
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| Ain’t no problem with these hoes
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| They don’t never say no
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| All they sayin'
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| YEAH
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| I keep 'em sayin'
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| YEAH
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| Hey they be sayin'
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| YEAH
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| We got 'em sayin'
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| YEAH
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| And all my clicks so cold
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| And my pockets so swole
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| And we bet a hundred more
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| I don’t never say no
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| All I say is
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| YEAH
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| Say bet I’m sayin'
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| YEAH
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| Say what I’m sayin'
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| YEAH
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| You know I’m sayin'
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| YEAH
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| I’m ridin' through the city blowin' purple on a saturday
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| See the APTP when you got to put the gat away
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| See them nigga comin' let it blow like Donald Hathaway
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| In the SLR’s all the doors open that way
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| Supermodel, movie star, the stripper, brawds after me
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| Nigga try to battle me but all they do is rattle me
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| I ask them man what happenin' I’m laughin while they chattering
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| I’m bustin' they be scattering you know you lookin' at a king
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| Super clean in a new drop stuntin'
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| Nigga talk shit but it ain’t bout nothin'
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| You’ll get your ass kicked if your mouth keep runnin'
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| Keep talk slick bout the sound we comin'
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| Say what u want but this is how we run it
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| Niggas still tryna ball out we done it
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| My wrist so bright and my neck so shiny
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| When I tell her lets go she don’t back up from me
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| Yeah, I’m me like a motherfucker
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| Flyer than a v&ire lookin' for a blood sucker
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| I keep these hoes on E like a four runner
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| Man I could throw a 100 g’s till my stone runner
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| Get a couple of philly’s and some waters for these hoes stomach
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| I keep 'em rollin like no brakes up in that four runner
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| I don’t stop I’m on the clock like the smallest hands
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| They look for me I move the bass up out that marching band
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| That ain’t a coffee can, nigga that 400 grands
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| I keep the block jumpin', just call me bunny man
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| T make a blunt look like a arm without a fuckin' hand
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| T break a pound straight down like a bucket man
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| You could get it harder or get it lighter than a summer tan
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| The section leader over the stove like a drummer man
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| B-R-R-At-At-Tat, whip it up just like that
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| But if a nigga fuck with me wrong then its B-R-R-At-At-At-Tat
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| I like my whip so old
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| And my top better fold
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| And I party with these hoes
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| They don’t never say no
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| All I say is
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| YEAH
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| I keep 'em sayin'
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| YEAH
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| You know they sayin'
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| YEAH
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| Ya dig
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| You know my click so bold
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| All of 'em don’t slow
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| Niggas shot never broke
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| They don’t never say no
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| You need that work
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| YEAH
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| We got that work
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| YEAH
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| You need that work
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| YEAH
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| We got that work
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| Ya dig
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| I’m in a drop 6,4 low low
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| When a hoe get hit no slow mo
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| 5 mil on the tour no promo
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| I’m at the pussy niggas house no homo
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| (No homo, they slut like Tony Romo
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| So fuck them and fuck you too now go tell that to bono)
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| They hoes know she loves when I shoot my two
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| 22's on the coupe I cruise
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| Sucka niggas tryna my mood
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| They do what they can I do what I choose
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| (I get these hoes the blues
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| Just call me BB King
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| If they can’t feel the monster
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| How can they see the King) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yeah , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Dont Crucify Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп