| Look look look — don’t play with me Look look look
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| Huh? |
| Huh? |
| Look
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| Let’s get the pistols out the trunk, let’s get ready to bust things
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| Leave a nigga block full of nothin’but guts, brains
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| Ain’t no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
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| My guns up for and tellin’all to suck Wayne
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| I’m runnin’with a clique that just be thuggin’heavy
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| Plus I’m runnin’in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
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| Ever since my nigga died I’ve been strapped up and ready
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| Come and get it — it’s Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
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| Now this fella gon’get bullets inside his sweater
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| I’m just terror, or better yet, horror or drama
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| And tomorrow I’ma hit the block and barrow your momma
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| Beef with me, you’re swimmin’in water with sharks and piranhas
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| Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin’the coppers
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| And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
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| When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin’your family
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| (Hook)
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| Don’t play with me — I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| You bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| And I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| What is this that done got me in your district? |
| Twist it Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
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| I’m tipsy — I’ve been sippin’on that Hennessy, people
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| Then it get deeper, I start shootin’up innocent people
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| Seventeen creeper is who I — what I — be, dog
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| The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
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| In heat, dog? |
| It’s your life or me, dog
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| On four tires, or feet, dog
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| I still be on the block sweepin'
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| Nobody is not sleepin'
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| Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
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| Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
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| Dummy, it’s on — ain’t gon’be no relaxin’and stuff
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| cause when I come through mashin’the truck, I’m blastin’a pump
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| and passin’a blunt — me circle once to see if he dead
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| Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead
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| But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
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| I’ll push your baby momma car off the bridge
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| Huh?!
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| (Hook)
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| Bet’not play with me cause I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| Then I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| Then I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T On the back street of your block in the back seat
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| I’ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
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| I’ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
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| When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
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| Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
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| Nigga shouldn’t’ve played tough — wouldn’t’ve got his head bust
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| Now your whole livin’room is full of pink and red stuff
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| Now you’re gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up Crack in the tongue of my kicks
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| Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I’m runnin’the strip
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| I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy
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| A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
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| You know how we be smellin’weedy up in our clothes
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| Cutthroatin', connivin’killers, but that’s all I know
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| Huh? |
| Huh? |
| Huh?
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| (Hook)
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| Bet’not play with me cause I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| Nigga, bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| Then I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| Niggas bet’not play with me — boy, I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| Then I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| Then I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| Niggas bet’not play with me — boy, I wish you would
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| I’ma hit your hood, then split your hood
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| Niggas bet’not play with me cause I cock my gun
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| Then I pop my gun
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| Better hide and run
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| Niggas bet’not play with me Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
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| Look look look
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| Look look look
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| Whoa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wish You Would , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Lights Out, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп