| Alright that nigga gone, man fuck that nigga, man fuck that
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| Fabe, go through all this nigga’s Pro Tools
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| First beat you pick, I’m slaughterin this niggas shit
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| Cause B done already called me and told me
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| Man go to that studio, Fuck what Fresh doin
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| Tell Fresh let you get on that shit and kill that shit
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| Fresh told me no, I can’t go back to B til B knows so Fabe
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| Pick a song and I’m going off, lets do it
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| Oh yeah, Lock the doors to the booth man
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| Don’t let Mannie in man, bout to kill this nigga’s album
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| Ya understand me? |
| Birdman Jr
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| Weezy F-Baby
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| Please say Baby 1 7 Holygrove Eagle street
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| Cash Money Records
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| Get down and lay down
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| Lie down and die down
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| Bitch nigga
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| I thought you knew
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| Rapper with guns
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| Get me that piffy, I’m higher than my attire
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| I float like I spit through the fryer
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| I-uh set the cocaine is some fire
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| I-uh get the «buy money» out the dryer
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| Ridah in the five buggy, slim tires
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| Tryin to find a trotter like Jeremiah
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| They call me Weezy F-Baby
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| Women wanna suck all on my pacifier
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| And if she tell ya she didn’t, homie thats a liar
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| You see me passin by ya, More like flashin
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| Lights, Camera but I’m more like Action
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| So get your back into it, Stop acting
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| Cause we bring pistons to the balls
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| Cool cat, wind breezin through my whiskers
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| Hurry, speed up, hater you just missed us
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| I just twisted something
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| Birdman Jr. swoop down on ya bitch like whats up with cha
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| Walk to me, that’s real
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| We on that Shrek, I met her neck like let’s chill
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| When we ridin in my SL, she give me more tongue, less grill
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| My yellow diamonds get respect nigga bitch yield
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| And that tooley gets saluted or I’ll shoot it Yeah
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| I kidnap the boss, make the click squeal
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| Got you out of position like Sheffield in left field
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| Call me when its gangsta nigga
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| Yo… what the fuck is goin on over there
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| Ya’ll think I don’t know what the fuck goin on, I got ears all over
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| Dude I know you on my album cursin
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| Talkin bout cuttin bitches and killin motherfuckers and murkin motherfuckers
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| I don’t want that dude right now
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| I’m out here with full bar bitches
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| I got a spanish bitch, a chinese bitch
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| A vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the fuck she is
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| And this other bitch
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| And we doin like this five-some thing
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| And whatever and y’all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers
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| Wayne, what is your mamas number dude I’m gonna call your mama
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| And tell her whats goin on with you
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| Dude you never used to curse brah
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| Now you just all fucked up with this shit
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| I’m pissed off dude, I’m really pissed off wit you brah
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| I told you my album is about loving, huggin, holding hands, fuckin,
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| and all that kinda shit
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| No, no thats it, I don’t want you anymore on my album dude
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| I just got you for a chorus and we over with
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| Now lets finish the album |