If I Die Today

[Lil Wayne]
44' bulldog, my mother fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka fetch
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call an collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my f**king address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palm olive in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that pays your car notes
Well connected I got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a window up
pussy n*ggas sweet, you n*ggas cinnabun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n*gga, P*ssy ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f**king up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
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