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So Wayne
What's your

Is really a question?
Do you really have that written down in your
You should be ashamed of
You smell me,
I smell money

See, that's what they don't
To me it was get money or die
I up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know I mean I'm stunner junior
all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get
You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for

So I go I keep pushing
The game's so I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played
Dwayne Carter absent keep
I'm present on the block, I'm a on the block
Ice so bright like on the watch
nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the watch

So and see what I do
by you so fast, got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers, mayne I got the
I got to bring the hood back Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for
Sick bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's my point right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress, you what I'm saying
If you understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all count to me you know
So, is your music the voice of
Urban or America period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family, who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my
You gotta that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood bitch
You aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
Fucking with the boy, baby, a cambo
If he won in Vegas him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in stable
nobody make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's to doing any damn thing just to get it
The be like birthday parties
No to park the cars in the garages
So the cribs all you see is the roggies
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't
me

And see that's where everybody get me at
You know what I mean I got heat rock, for real
Why do you other rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's because they ain't got that heat like me
You know what I
They ain't like me, they spitting
But, know what I mean, ain't got colds
I got the flu over man, for real
I need relief, help me, for real
I y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm doing better
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the
I'm cocking back and passing, catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, that gone probably burn ya, gone probably learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever around here no more
Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the bitch
I'm the God I ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just with my hoe, yeah yeah

And tell 'em 'bout
Tell 'em my last show
Tell 'em my last hoe
You know just to mack
Call me Dione bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime falling back
right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
me

And that's just it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, how I was brought up
And that's how go down, man, for real
Cash-money, in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow
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