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[Lil Wayne:] Ayo, it's Weezy muthaf-cking, easy with the hating B-tch I'm in the building you just decorating I'm just detonating Then I get blatant More things worse than internet dating Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off I put your sister on, I knock your bro off We just spit snowballs catch it in your face b-tch Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a naysmith, Cook game gain flow dope in the vein flow I'll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with em then y'all in the same boat Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar You can join the sail and I'm splitting your tomato Ball cause I gotta You'll love me in the mornin I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming She love to rock the mic she say that's nothing like performin Man I'm in love with her grill George Foreman Forewarning Young Money's on And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn Yeah, take that to the bank with ya I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures Smoke weed talk sh-t like Lane Kiffin SongtexteWhole country in recession but Wayne different Huh, and I'm a Maybach rider, haven't drove it one time I got a cool black driver Can't walk around with guns I got a do that got em Don't worry if I'm shootin as long as you get shot I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull I get my ass kissed, I get my d-ck pulled I'm a beast I'm a big wolf I got my money right, I got my clip full Haha, it's like 7 in the mornin n-gga I'm up for whoever the opponent n-gga Stop the track, let me relish in a moment n-gga Now bring that mutha f-cker back cause I'm zonin n-gga I go hard like Rafael Nadal And if the b-tches were havin it, I bet we have them all And man I'm so high it's like an ever-lasting fall And I'm chargin these hoes like women basketball Uh, I bet that chopper get his mind right Leave a hole in his chest like a line bite Super hero call like a crime fight I see big cheese, you n-ggas blind mice T-Streets still roll with me Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman Need the man hit? We are those hitmen He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn't Uh, Basically, I'm still a monster Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera Ya'll too plane, I'm a helicopter My words keep goin like a teleprompter I'm a asshole, wipe me down b-tch I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh-t And the flag red like clown lips, Uh, TI can't stop goin Dropped my best sh-t like the Cowboys dropped Owens I'm the best to ever do it mutha f-cker I know it No Ceilings Got Dammit now the f-ckin Sky's showin uhh! Aus Songtexte Mania