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Correct Lil Wayne 1999 Lyrics
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Correct Lil Wayne 1999
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[Verse 1: Pouya] That's my pussy on the block, she been on the clock Waitin' for them boys to flock, boy I know you see me in the drop Swervin' lanes, avoidin' cops, you sellin' rock, out the sock But hoe I'm sellin' out these bops, you pussy boy, you pillow talk I been in a corner inside of my Cadillac, hearin' myself on the radio I got a bitch and these bitches be trippin' They really do not wanna let it go All of this rap shit easy, all of these hoes gon' feed me My pockets lookin' like Fat Nick and you rappers bulimic [Verse 2: Fat Nick] Skrrtin' Tesla, bih, movin', whippin' it Drinkin' lean while you syrup, mixin' it 30 on me, gon' catch a hobby, that 40, 30, gon' drop a body Molly bustin', gon' fuck, no cuffin' Got big bands boy, it ain't nothin' Can't love a bitch, get straight to puntin' Got big dicks, no need for thumpin' Smokin' dope, I got plenty, pistol next to my Fendi Model bitch, she gon' fuck me I just [?] next xanny Turn the codeine, no Remy Plug gon' have it real steady Wylin' out in public cause this thumper got to poppin' [Verse 3: Shakewell] Hittin' my henny straight, with a blunt to chase Pullin' up on your bitch, shankin' the mans Then I fuck the face Young demon schemin' for the guap, bustin' out your place Hittin' that block, two rocks in my sock, pop pop Yeah bitch I serve the base from state to state Pulled up on my savage, the work's in the package I ain't pillow talkin' with a fuckin' ratchet All my pillow cases filled with all these packets All these packin' peanuts, ain't no fuckin' matches Why these hoes callin'? I'm a fuckin' dragon This ain't TSA, I don't need your baggage Just another day, strugglin' for the cabbage If you try and grab it, then your life is stashin' [Verse 4: Pouya] I'm gettin' sick of these lames, tryna merge in my lane 44 keep wavin' all in my face Watchin' my back, peep out the window of the Fiat Lil' Wayne 1999 [?] I pop the Glock when I'm worried She suck my dick in a hurry, then she get me a McFlurry My life is fire, don't need no fibre Shit on these rappers, pick out the real ones, pick out the actors Just turned 21, bitch I'm a savage You ain't nothin' but a fashion faggot Fuck that, bust back, let a man have it Bitch I play with the ratchet Date for the hatchet [Verse 5: Fat Nick] I got bands, you already know Downed a norco, I'm movin' slow Crack your pint and remix it, hoe Don't like a bitch, I just love her throat Hit my phone if you wanna get plugged Pop shot, then I hop man, I don't get shot up Cuff a real hip if you wanna get burnt off [?] shawty [?] T'd up That .44, it bustin', she suckin', and fuckin' I'm spendin', and spendin', this money, ain't heavy I just need me some more, these drugs inside of me, hoe These thousand dollar sneakers Why you wifin' up a heater? [Verse 6: Shakewell] G3722, who the fuck are you? If I met you when was poppin', nah, my memory gone The 4039, aye, sorry for that Just zooted and shaded, I ain't 'shamed to say it I can't feel my face [?] but Acti keep me activated So I don't remember, so tell me when we were in love All I remember the drugs, ain't need to prove it was hittin' I'm proven, tradin' Qualitest to the Percocet plug Why's it you askin', ain't this Cali weed enough? Why you keep droppin' them pills in your cup? Hold up my homie, don't think that you know me This muddy was never enough In love with the sippin' but fienin' for pills in my gut
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