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Lil Wayne – BM J.R. (Album Version (Explicit))

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исполнитель Lil Wayne

правообладатель CM/Republic

жанр Рэп

длительность 04:58

размер 11.39 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено Universal Music Group

BM J.R. (Album Version (Explicit))
04:58
Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha nigga We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes Loadin' up on mo' bitches Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga I ain't never gettin' full I'm full blooded with this grind Yeah they don't understand lil nigga Murder capital only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real And niggas know I go hard to the fullest Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin' And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em Knock his top to his bottom jack Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man I backwards hand your man on command In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in five states Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par What the fuck they play it in the club for Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggas pussy and jive Not even in a eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I The A and the K will make your face crook to the side Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high And when we hungry you look like pie Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills My speeches can kill, rest in peace Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It's all about one thing nigga If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us If you ain't bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga And whatever you bout, we bout it However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, nigga All runners, bitch, you underdig? Put your prints in, nigga Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll You sleep in the field for trying the dude I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you I lie his body in grease, set fire to em I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What! My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face, yea! And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days Birdman talk to em Yeah nigga, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty If it ain't bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg I'm underground, call me groundhog Lay down laws, call the ground law Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga Flip your vehicle, split your windshield Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed The Sig peel bandanas like bananas Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah Man a train couldn't stop ya man I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana That's the new plan Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me you undadig Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga
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