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Featuring Lil Mouse [Hook Lil Mouse] 09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked [Verse 1 Lil Wayne] I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin' Keep that fuckin' red bandana, Hulk Hogan I'm cuttin' up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards I'm getting head while they give me head That's a head on collision I'm all up in pill, I keep this shit trill These niggas ain't for real Like a fire drill You ho on my back like I fuckin' feel fleel That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills I put all my niggas on But some of them niggas gone Them niggas callin' my phone Leave me alone I'm lightin' up that strong then pass it til I broke Numbers don't lie Except 5-0 SongtexteDifferent colour truck for sharks You niggas pull down your skirts If I die off these purps But a bad bitch in my hearse My hoes lift up their shirts I'm high as Captain Kirk If we run out of work We rap like Burke [Hook x2 Lil Mouse] 09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked [Verse 2 Lil Mouse] Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them My niggas rollin for seetah, that bitch going, she a eater She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater his squad move burbons, yea nigga on feedback .30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man Go for them, fuck man; I'm rolling with my hitters I'll send my hitters out to go get you Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left [Hook x2 Lil Mouse] 09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked [Verse 3 Lil Wayne] Runnin' up with my gangstas, runnin' up in this yella hoes Everybody wanna fuck my bitch Her pussy lips like heaven doors It's pussy money and kush Skateboards and shroom These niggas think they the shit These niggas perfume Highly grove, so highly grove On my road so highly grove I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed We don't cut the coke, that's diet coke These niggas broke, I'm paid in full Blood game, Redbull My tongue like a serve board Her pussy like a way pool [Hook x2 Lil Mouse] 09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Aus Songtexte Mania