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We Don't Lyrics - Artist : Lil Wayne
Ay shorty, you know what I'm saying
Some niggas palms be sweating Some niggas palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm saying, nigga We built this shit from the ground up Nigga, The Carter, nigga You know what I'm saying We been around the world getting money nigga We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood Every project, nigga We worldwide hustlers, nigga (Belie' that bitch) You know what I'm saying Let's get them niggas, let's ride shorty Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders Five young niggas uptown servants Word, they bird curving for serving Look, the worstest of the worst is shooting out like they're George Gervin Bitch, and we was raised in these war times Jail also made men in these hard times And don't cry I'mma get mines so pray for me I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me So nigga respect my G, respect my grind Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind Nigga respect this heat When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep Whoa, shorty I'mma blow their whole block Fucking with a soldier, mastermind his own plot Third-ward survivor, uptown madness Killing is a hobby, jacking is a habit, bitch We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we're young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fucking with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we're out for cash motherfucking money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we're young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fucking with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we're out for cash motherfucking money baby, c'mon The murder man, picture me lurking Right up behind your curtains nine's squirting And you could hear it when it's hurting But if I hear him hurting I'll walk over and murk him for certain I took over the circus 'Cause I'mma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface I walk around, for pound and surface To spin your ass around in circles, you urkel Blood run up out your earth now you're purple Your homeboy get it first, but you're worst so Now you're headed to the skies above And I'm go and get high with your bitch in the club Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband And you're gonna have to meet up if you keep on fucking up And you're gonna have to meet us if you keep on fucking up But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we're young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fucking with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we're out for cash motherfucking money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we're young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fucking with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we're out for cash motherfucking money baby, c'mon Shoot him in his head so he remember Because of that mama I'll be gone 'til November I be back next winter in a Hummer on spinners Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em But them niggas on the block don't know the toys come with him Tell your boy come and get me if I go he going with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the deal-y You open up your face I'mma open up the semi I open up your kidneys now you're floating up the Missi- Ssippi river nigga play with deep water now you're swimming Silly, you play with me, Carter, now you're missing Really, I shoot you in your head and make you feel it And even though I be the man with the milli's When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's Beef cranberry on the ceiling This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my building c'mon We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we're young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fucking with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we're out for cash motherfucking money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we're young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fucking with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we're out for cash motherfucking money baby, c'mon Wish a nigga would say something, gotta Standing right here, guns up boy Weezy F, Birdman Holler back |
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