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Lil Wayne – Fly Out

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исполнитель Lil Wayne

правообладатель CM/Republic

жанр Рэп

длительность 02:25

размер 5.53 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено Universal Music Group

Fly Out
02:25
We here I said, we here The back of Tha Carter, yeah The back of Tha Carter – Two Uhg, yeah This here is The end of Tha Carter Two, people Hey, yeah I got the game On ball and chain I threw the key in the drain I'm like a ki in a drought I spent a G on these frames But my vision is priceless Seeing through you niggas Like a fuckin' psychic Hearing through the grapevine Niggas wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift Man you better be Peyton Boy the heat's on They making peace bonds I'm in this bitch throwing up the "17" sign Straight frowns, no daps Strapped three times A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta Ready for whatever Tell them pussy niggas come together Heavy better, nigga Super-soaker wet a nigga Six feet under flowers You ain't nothing but a petal, nigga I'm just a little nigga Trying to be a civil nigga 30 years old, shit That'll be a given, nigga Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening But she ain't really tripping 'Cause the pots is pissed in Them niggas trippin' Until the shots whistlin' Hear them bullets hissin' Like a cobra at attention I got a bitch, and quit calling women bitches As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen No preventing the grind, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quittin' There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin' Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin And since the future ain't promised to no one I live everyday like this is the sure one Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come And it feels so fucking good Throw my dope like a rope Let 'em tug and pull No hope for the hopeless Rats and roaches Running 'cross the porch In the attic there's a fortune Come and get it Automatics in motion We banging for the bread Nigga, even the molded I got my loaf I got my toast Chaperone of the South I got my coast Yeah, and until I die I'm the Best Rapper Alive
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