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Okay, you ain't know shit It's Weezy F baby like a newborn bitch You ain't know shit I put your girl to work now, here's a uniform bitch Pimpin' over here and I ain't Santa Clause But yeah, I make it rain dear Money out the ass Yeah, money out the rear Weezy at the plate I could bunt it out of here safe as a motherfucker Ain't no safety button on this motherfucker Where the safe motherfucker? That's the case, Doc the judge Weezy F the ample fury Hang 12 witnesses That's what I call a hung jury Brung Jerry Bling Bling I made that but I don't even say that As much as [unverified] say that That's way back Boy you should catch up It must of been mine, theys Long hair, pretty eyes Light skin, fine legs Phat ass, skinny stomach Pretty feet, pretty woman Walking down the street 'Cause I put her out my jeep I don't save 'em, I slave 'em They want Weezy F I bad grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em I serenade 'em 100 on the chest, 100 on the arm Rings so thick I can't even make a fist Nigga, fuck how you do it 'Cause I do it like this Yeah, and I just do my Wayne And every time I do it I do my thang Yeah, and I just do my Wayne And every time I do it I do my thang Kunta Kinte on my shit, nigga Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner But I ate a plate of loot for dinner I'm in the garden sellin' fruit to sinners Like apples to Shaq, hey big spender And do remember just like Brenda 2 grand still get ya four and a baby I'ma kill 'em when I drop like I'm holdin' a baby Weezy F The F is for don't forget the baby And bitch, I've been hot But you don't know me from Satan And if you're Manning up You better show me you're Peyton But you pussies ain't ballin', no sir Not lathen? Bricks get shipped, bricks get cut Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck Yeah, but you could call me Wayne But now watch me and my chain, gang Yes, it's me bitches Deuce Bigalow on these he bitches Flu flow Flyer then Bird Coupe like a two door What do you know? I know the streets bitch And this is my toilet And you can eat shit Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out 'Cause I'm fly like flyers they passin' out We mashin' out, we young Mula I got that 12 gauge don't make me 1 2 ya 3 4 5 train bitch, suwoop If you ain't on my train, bitch, cho cho Like you got my dick in your mizouth And I'ma do me, bitch, with you or without Shit always right sometimes And from the top everybody look 1'9 And I'm 2'much The numbers don't lie And if they stop makin' Cadillac's I swear I'm gon' die And if the weed man Don't have no more onions I'ma cry And if yif was a piff then I'd rather drink wine Shit, I'ma take my time Now, am I crazy or just lazy? 'Cause I'm tired of ballin' darlin' And I roll with my riders like it's Harley party And we roll with them choppers like it's a Harley party We are all dressed in red like it's a scarlet party I was ballin' in New Orleans way before the Charlotte Hornets I'm an X man, bitch, I ain't talkin' Mccormick Put the dirty dishes in the sank No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank I spit like backwash, sasquash No back talk, I act lost But I bet that money find me Your jewelry telling jokes You got them funny diamonds I got them sunny diamonds I got them money problems That Christopher Wallace Fuck bitches, get money Young money
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