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| Let's Go (Lil' Wayne) |
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ft. Big Tymers
It's gravy nigga. Believe it.
You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
[Baby]
Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snapa firette to the chest
If I don't know shitI know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoesniggawe scream "fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r
Cook a brickflip 'em upnow I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallwaysholdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin'
Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fuckedthen we killin' a bitch
[Chorus]
Nigga I'ma tell ya thisstraight off the bat
I got a mac in this bagwith 20 grams of crack
Well let's go niggasee we can slide nigga
Cuz if you hotthen I'm hotlet's ride nigga
LookI'ma tell you thisstraight off the top
I got a bluntand a glockand a bag of rocks
Let's go niggalet's slide nigga
If you hotthen I'm hotlet's ride nigga
[Lil Wayne]
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn blockI oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take yaplay ya
I cock the glock and spray ya
Call it a caperwon't be no as-salama-laka
And Jhe got the gaugesthey cocked and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavylet it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the domeand ride when night falls
Supply the white rawif there's a problemknock ya wife off
Lock the spot down
Respect it young niggaI'm creepin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' sodabreakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
Nigga it's whatevertell ya ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crackgatsand weed
Ratsplatsand ki'sthat's practically me
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
See I'm a hustlercut-throatput rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of theniggas that you run with aresuckas bruh
None of yawon't leavewithout some bullets up in ya
Niggas can't hold me downwodie wild
Cuz all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No schoolput that book back downpick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrongthinkin' I'm all song
But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckersyou not thuggers
I pop dozens of glockscousinsin my struggle
So stop frontin'it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
I'ma start bustin'and bullets hit ya everywhere
[Chorus x 2]
[Baby talks till end]
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