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Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross

Album:Tha Carter IV(Deluxe Edition)

The LRC Maker:冬東咚东

@冬東咚东

{Verse 1: Lil Wayne}Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet

I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch

I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death

Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!

You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

An AK47 is my fucking address, huh

{Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

{Verse 2: Rick Ross}Big black n-gga, and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high,

swish!

I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

{Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

{Verse 3: Lil Wayne}Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox

Big bee's, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

Your fucking with a n-gga who don't give a fuck

Empty the clip than roll a window up

Pussy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun

I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum

200 thousand on a chain, I don't need a piece

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass n-gga, pussy ass n-gga

I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules, kill'em all and keep moving

If I died today it'd be a holiday

{Verse 4: Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don't make it come alive

Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape

Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus

N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all

Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up

It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays, motherfuck huddle up

{Lil Wayne}I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car

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