| Ha, pikaboo bitch,
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| Swag scare your kids,
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| My airplane clothes flyer than your bestes shit,
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| Gorillas in the mist, pro black pump they fist,
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| I’m from the planet of the apes, King kong clips,
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| Silence lambs bitch,
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| Run through your land trippin,
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| Can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya,
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| If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas,
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| This how I’m living getting tatted in some house slippers,
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| I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax it’s mental,
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| shit you know what I do,
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| Tell me what you tryna get into,
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| The man cars rented,
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| The man car killing,
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| Gossiping fuck the car look at the man in it
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| Ha boys to man business,
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| We don’t hire bitches,
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| Just fire bitches,
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| It’s young money fire spitters,
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| Them red ants is with us
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| And they ain’t ate they dinner,
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| Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish,
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| I’m killin these records they put me in guiness
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| I really don’t giv a f-f-uck if you witness,
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| You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it,
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| I’m still gonna get my fucking percentage,
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| I cuss a lot cause bitch I’m seers,
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| Young no beard, get soup,
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| Like gumbo with shrimp,
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| Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch,
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| Uhh, now let me start by sayin
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| I don’t like this beat,
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| But I’m a weather the storm I’m a lightening streak,
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| Uhh, Weezy F baby, I do it big weigh me,
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| Them crazy freaky bitches try to cirque du soliel me,
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| Got some new bitches, trail got me laughing,
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| The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket,
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| Shot gun on the kitchen table,
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| The shells in the cabinet,
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| fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon,
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| Wet pussy is my cabin,
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| More bitches than a pageant,
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| I keep a house full nigga call me bob sagat,
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| Spending time backwards,
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| Hotter than a cactus,
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| And we ain’t in the building we the fucking contractors,
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| Y YM, why muthafuck why hate it,
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| Young Money down your throat gotta stay hydrated,
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| Quarter bag weezy,
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| Young time brady,
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| Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby,
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| Hehe good morning dude,
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| Eagle street corner dude,
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| Long dough, no short bread, no lorna doon,
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| I’m warning you,
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| We on the move,
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| Bunch of female dogs and garden tools,
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| That’s bitches and hoes,
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| Hospital full, sick of my flow,
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| Hip hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load,
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| I load millions and more millions,
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| Money to the ceiling,
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| nigga no ceiling!
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| Step up in this bitch 5 o clock in the morning,
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| The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning,
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| I’m a get that worm now,
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| Tell em it’s my turn now,
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| Yo niggas need a lesson on some ethic you gon learn now,
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| I do this for the love of it,
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| Saliva cause I love to spit,
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| And I juke it for my future records
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| You gon love to spin,
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| Fucking with my bredren 10 years strong,
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| And he put them dreds in silver john long,
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| But he’s more like platinum,
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| Hold up heres a napkin,
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| Pick your jaw up off the floor
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| And tuck your tongue right back in,
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| Tell me where is Mack Maine
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| … That’s all I have |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's All I Have , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album No Ceilings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп