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Chrome on the monster leather
Wit' a top model and a
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n'
It's Weezy Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller

Chrome on the leather intestines
a top model and a contestants
I'ma yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller

1:]
Im higher the solar system marley twist 'em
Im like Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you niggaz
Im jus' the recipe so you can the garlic
Im a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started
I 'dem Beverly Hills from California
'Dem after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for rattle homie
And I aint got a clique I got a cattle
Wud up kickin' back jus' bein' booL
Im talkin' money like a European dude
Yeah Im mane so you should reconsider
I hit you one fuck up yo equilibrium
I got yeah I got soul yall
I travel all around the world a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a sore
I got bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' folklore
Im connected I got more than a coat store
Im I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water a boat ore
Young Carter the
Baby boy like hot water and 'caine

Whip it it and flip it
Reup it and flip it [x3]

2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the
Money runnin' like bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the
Now she leave so we fuck in the club
Am I or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big like skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Samprace
And a nigga drink like the late Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no
And I this world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until chosen evenin'
be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah that's rite and Eagle
17 I won't leave you
Nope, and is just the preview
But I'm workin on the sequel
Fuck wit' me wrong I'll wit' yo home
Like a letter to the sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but like I'll bomb
And the track up like a hundred arms
Im like underarms
The engineers a thunderstorm
My hunger forms ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the times a charm

Weezy Baby