| Eagle, eagle carter man
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| In a 96 regal contravan
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| On my way to the east to the laundromat
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| Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
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| Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast
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| I got to do something I done blown my last
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| Holla holla at ya boy I be on the ave
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| In dat g pricko is what I am known to have
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| Shit tend to be slow I put on a mask
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| And make it halloween and take all your bags
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| I say hallie hallie hallie why don’t you go on and stab
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| And Make these motherfuckers understand
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| Look coach you pitchin’at me under hand
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| But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast
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| Ya men designing women I am a one woman’s man
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| I’m the cash money prince blow the trumpet man
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| They say they want the drugs to stop
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| But I am a major step back when my album drop
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| I got dat wet crack flow out ya mami’s pot
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| I got dat I got dat jet black four at ya mami’s spot
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| I am trying to get dat dough I demand it now
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| You panic now, you betta pan it down
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| For the neighbors be over here tearing it down
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| This is Weezy F. baby I am crowned the prince
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| This is my town, my home
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| This is my crown, my throne,
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| This is me on my own, let’s get it on And the hand gun is so included
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| Don’t get it confused I want no confusion
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| And keep ya hoe I don’t want your contagious
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| I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
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| A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
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| Its money over bitches that I’m keep on provin'
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| Its weezy f. |
| I got ya momma cruisin'
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| Outta all the hot boyz she say I am the coolest
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| I brought my bag of oranges, its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I’m try to seduce
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| I floss awful lot and haters tryin’to reduce it Put the laser on the 45 iron, stupid
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| One shot to remind who is the fly lil nigga dat’s behind da trigger
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| I am all chronic combined with liquor
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| You will never see me like momma tigger
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| An eighty’s baby a fightin’nigga, I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
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| I am something you call pepper like a viking snake
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| See me over the viking stove I am lighting bricks
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| Or in the middle of the shoot out, I’m tighting clips
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| Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs (I do this)
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| You catching my drift representing with my section on my belly and shit
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| I am the prince
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| This is my town, my home
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| This is my crown, my throne
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| This is me on my own, let’s get it on So roll the carpet out, cause you fuckin’with a nigga from the royal south
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| See you are either in or you are out
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| And if you out stay in 'cause them warriors are out
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| Because those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out
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| So I just open up the gate and let my holliers out
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| No nigga I neva call your house I am probably some where taking Toya out
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| Not answer my phone and ignoring your spouse
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| She leavin’messages about me enjoying her mouth
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| Hey, I am ready to knock a boy in the mouth
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| Give me the name, naw better yet point him out
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| Me and the streets got a joint account
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| I am from the streets that you need to be warned about
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| New Orleans, wodie put the gat in your mouth
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| And if we feed you with a lot of iron it will flatten you out
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| A few roaches but never had no rats in this house
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| Never telling one another leave dat in the house
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| Always been a small hustler moving my packing out
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| If I ever run into some trouble send my savages out
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| These niggaz talking sweet I will get dem cavities out
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| I got graveyard flowers man I am passing them out
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| Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now
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| I am the prince
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| This is my town, my home
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| This is my crown, my throne
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| This is me on my own, let’s get it on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Town My Home , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Wayne In Real's World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп