[[Verse:]: Lil Wanye]
Gangsta Grillz ya b******s!

There's a couple married b*****s in the building
F****d them!
I get that? I get that p***y
I see you n****s got no life... Sixth Sense
She said she wanna f**k my brains out
But she gonna have to suck this d**k first! Preach!
She sat on my d**k, she sat on my face
I told that b***h she got good seats
Man, these n****s softer than fleece
2-D n****s, and they obliques
You talked that s**t, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep
B***h you know the motto!
It's Young Money over hoes
Lying to these b*****s, they call my d**k Pinnochio
Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me
She say vert-d**k is hung like a jury
I'm on the track: doa
Some of these n****s be dea
Money tall: nba
Broke n****s: smh
Hit em like Canseco
But she be like "No way Jose!"
I got all that white
What you call that? Okkk!
Every night I go hard
She like me like Boston George
She like it in her a**, mouth and p***y
3 car garage!
These n****s is false alarms
They don't mean no fuckin harm
Hey baby let's make a p***!
Ba-bum! Devil horns
You know that I ain't got no ceilings
The money changed me, I'm making chameleons
Only God can judge me, can't appeal it
In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing
I've got a street sweeper... Do you need your street cleaned?
Young Money b***h! We colder than a ski team
Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church!
Preach! Security breach
I'm on that grass harder than cleats
I'm on that gas, y'all on E
N***a my cash out of your reach
I run s**t like the reverend
She get on her knees for this d**k
Then swallow all of them blessings

[[Verse 2:]: Boo]
Just a way of life

Brought my mama a crib
Brought my daddy a car
Let him go free Tune
Now they think I'm a star
Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing
Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing
I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking
Plus these b*****s be stalking trying look for a fortune
In the Chi we say church when the p***y gets purchase
Got a b***h so bad she make a player get nervous
Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as f**k
I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing
And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
Boo ain't got a ghost and b*****s still be catch the holy ghost
She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose
Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign
We don't do 100 spokes
When broke n****s talk that's 100 jokes
Ha Laughing at you f**k boys
Skate gear I'm a truck boy
On my truck right I don't give a f**k boy
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