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lirik lagu lil wayne - amen (dedication 4)

[verse 1: lil wanye]
gangsta grillz ya b-st-rds!
there’s a couple married b-tches in the building: f-cked them!
i get that mouth i get that p-ssy:…the end
i see you n-ggas got no life.. sixth sense
she said she wanna f-ck my brains out
but she gon have to suck this d-ck first!
preach! f-cking right i’m geeked
she sat on my d-ck, she sat on my face
i told that b-tch she got good seats
man, these n-ggas softer than fleece
shoot these n-ggas in they obliques
you talkin’ sh-t, i knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep
b-tch you know the motto!
it’s young money over hoes
lying to these b-tches, they call my d-ck pinnochio
gettin’ to the money, now the money getting to me
she say my vert-d-ck is hung like a jury
i’m on the track: doa
some of these n-ggas be dea
money tall: nba
broke n-ggas: smh
hit it like canseco
while she say “you no way jose!”
i got an o of that white
what you call that? okkk!
every night i go hard
she blow me like boston george
she like it in her -ss, mouth and p-ssy: 3 car garage!
these n-ggas is false alarms
they don’t mean no f-ckin harm
hey baby let’s make a p-rn!
ba-bum! devil h-rns
you know that i ain’t got no ceilings!
the money changed me, i’m making chameleons
only god can judge me, can’t appeal it
in the name of the father, son, and holy spirit
amen! tell them alphabet boys it’s a “g” thing
i’ve got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned?
young money b-tch! we colder than a ski team
red beam, if you scared, m-th-f-cka go to church!
preach! security breach
i’m on that gr-ss harder than cleats
i’m on that gas, and y’all on e
n-gga my cash out of your reach
i run sh-t like the reverend
she get on her knees and pray to this d-ck
then swallow all of them blessings
church!

[verse 2: boo]
just a way of life
bought my mama a crib
bought my daddy a car
let them both meet tune
now they think i’m a star
d-mn i love this life wouldn’t trade it for nothing
most theses rappers is falling cause they ain’t standing for nothing
i smoke that loud so i don’t hear haters talking
plus these b-tches be stalking trying look for a fortune
in the chi we say church when the p-ssy gets purchase
got a b-tch so bad she make a player get nervous
now good ain’t good enough and my hood is hood as f-ck
i be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up
swag so dope you probably think i’m dealing
and i only give head if baby girl swallow children
boo ain’t got a ghost and b-tches still be catch the holy ghost
she say she want to get high i hit her with that overdose
pimpin’ so cold put that on my overcoat
only ride foreign
we don’t do 100 spokes
when broke n-ggas talk that’s 100 jokes
ha laughing at you f-ck boys
skate gear i’m a truck boy
on my truck right i don’t give a f-ck boy

- lirik lagu lil wayne

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