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Uh, I live it up in these my last days If time is money, I'm an past paid Ugh, gunpowder in my Niggas than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all But I put up a wall, and they just So or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we from mistakes, well that's why they mistake me I got some on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad I stick to the script, I memorize the life is a movie that I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the And they say say never, but fuck your never mind I've gone too long True or false, right or wrong, Hello Weezy, welcome
Yeah and Blunt Polo showin' I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass With my growing, no matter where you're goin' You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
blowin' Polo showin' I-I give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga my money blowing, don't matter I got more and You don't need a bus pass, for me to yo ass nigga
Stunna, I got 'em, I'm on them bitches All about my riches, my should be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I'm with the scissors is a choice, and death is a decision Times have changed, but it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two Young money's eating, the label fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still at 'em I'm a bad motherfucker, 'cause the good die selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man when that cookie crumble, want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum Big money, big money, pockets talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood East side, My Piru Damu,
Blunt draws showin' I don't a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my You need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Imma
blowin' Polo showin' I-I don't a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my money blowing, no matter you going You don't need a bus pass, for me to yo ass nigga
Light that Kusher, I'm a limit pusher See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a I do it for the money, man I am a hooker And freedom was my girl, until they fucking her You can look into the future, its behind your eyelids But I don't wanna know, shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why ask me why, I say Y-M Beach bum, me ocean drive slim Drop the top, up and make the sky grin Young moola, skinnies and some Belly of the beast till it us
Blunt Polo showin' I give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my You don't need a bus pass, for me to yo ass nigga
Blunt strings showin' I don't give a lovely ass nigga With my money blowing, no matter where you You don't need a bus pass, for me to yo ass nigga
I've been gone too True or false, right or
I've been gone too long True or false, or wrong
Said been gone too long True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome (welcome home) It's young mula, Young mula, baby (young baby)
I've been gone too or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, home yeah