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[Verse 1: Lil
Big on brabas, that's all I know
Big shotties in the closet, all I wore
"money over power"
Quote,
And if the bread get too low, John Doe (hold up)
I fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I'm smoking on that and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her (yeah)
in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get 'em
Skating and mating, I'm spinning Daytons
I'm running Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner
I'm putting some straightener, into all of these I'm
Wilder Nathan, Goliath on David
I'm quietly I'm trying to be patient but
want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my or
They talk about you to your
Man, no conversation or
No affiliation by
I need confirmation for my
Or we a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take in rotation
That AK gon' sound like a standing
They landing your your bandana rosacia
I'm all about numbers, comparisons,
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me
Me and your compatible, go together like a parachute and a "geronimo"
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the
I pop a viagra, she hop a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain't got time for no when I am not human, or you men, I'm booming
I'm her, fucking her roomie. I'm platinum versus aluminum
I'm shrooming, a that lasts well I'm assuming
My vision is gloomy, but fuck it I in
And now I see movement, and I'd to thank all her niggas that school me
But I might shoot up my class reuinion
I'm sipping Houston like it's communion
Focus on weed, as a petunia
I'm walking around miss America like I'm the king, of Zamunda
hanging around with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper
Which one of you niggas want beef? I'm putting your outside the chalupa
Money the Mayans, thugging since the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher than
off the diet, eat the whole safari
Pop a coca body, it soft and sour
Watch the tower
a wooden counter, knock on it twice an count 'em
Competition, 'em
Opposition
Watch the bitches
mama
Commom sense ain't
Top position scholar, so far the bottom
can't hear me holler
All i say is our, all i say is our, our
My lil bae a model, pussy like cobbler
Make me A-salaam Alaykum
What more can I say it, Pray about it
I just race the left it way behind me, taste the mileage
Loud ass blatant
I they the loudest, waking zombies
Break a or promise, give me steak lasagna
Hate your honor my mama's baby, and my baby mamas
They some riders, Can't deflate tires
I'm still chasing
Nigga I made Big
And i'm still time to make it timeless
Dedication problems, shit
Ay yeah, yeahhh..

Lil Wayne]
The nicest thing the fans can say to me when they approach me on the street is any Fcking thing. True, anything real. You know what i mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliche. Cliche i'm not gonna still tell when that chiche is straight from your heart and that's all you could say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if its that, like i said if its real. You know why? Cause sometimes people can say things that so real to them that they don't really know that some of the things they are saying isn't official. But you know, things i mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, they might... shout out the valet today, might shout out the valet from yesterday, before you open the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat, you look me in the eyes an you say ahh, his english wasn't all that, he said: I really like the new album, I really like the new project
And i said to him like thank you man, he meant that. Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know i mean I was like dmn when i got in the car i was like dmn its not a project. You know i don't even consider that dmn shit not an album just a mix tape, but to him that thing was real could be a project not an album
So out to homie