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Not Like Me Lyrics - Artist : Lil Wayne
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Check! Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Look, it's little rhymecholy Legendary like Bob Marley 17 ward superstar, feel me I tell ya shorty, million dollar nigga Don't test, 'cause little shorty is a rider, nigga Got my click behind me every step of the way Hit your wards, with the pump, with your chest and your face I'm a bloodhound I ain't lying, I'm thugged out! I'm from uptown and that ain't no Beverly Hills You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiosity kills Send chills up my trigger finger, blast the dummy 'Specially if it's a drought, I got to have the money Take the hit, even if it's below the average money Got to make it through the week, and feed my family uppy I'm just a little thug, what Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what And police don't even matter, they can suck what The price right if I catch ya slipping, nigga, what what what Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Eeh, what, what What, you think I'm scared? 'Cause of the threats that you sending me? Little boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy I hear you telling people 'bout the people you done But look, every time I bump into to ya, you all about fun What made you bring a knife to a gun fight now that's not right! Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight? Nigga, we use to kick it like Tai Bo I don't know what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore Kicking, trifling, dirty, and low We use to split chicken ride to Texas and back I drive the rental car while you drive the Cadillac Shaking like a pair of hot dice Doing 55, ducking feds, law enforcements, and police Niggas turn like fake gold sell their soul Treat you like Chicago in the winter: ice cold! 9-karat 44s and calicos Keep a clean nose And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Nigga outta line, get smoked I don't kid or joke Fucking with my B.G., off top I'm going broke I don't play with these niggas I get low down and dirty And have niggas' brains covering the ground I'm the number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble I'll have four niggas in your 'hood in my Hummer I'm from back in the game, but ain't a damn thing change Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, the price the same My money long, within the runway at a airport I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib These hoes just love the way that Baby live But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tats Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back You don't want funk with me I don't think you do, nigga We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew What! Bitch Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we The whole CMR, CMR family |
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