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lirik lagu lil wayne – level

man all these p–sy n-gg-s drive me crazy
make the sick to my stomach i feel nazy ated
all you haters all hands and jump off the building
i could stare, taste our p–sy memory be
back all full the artillery
one need no equivalent
these n-gg-s acting like little b-tches
i don’t understand this sh-t like you ..
take a close off, step back and exhibit that
the tare -ss off like a pocket ticket,
the end of the road is in walking distance
if i had to get that blood of my hands start the fossing tripping
in your face i got air bag in the call collision
my weed man so consistent,
i stand rich tryin’ not to make pour decisions
everything i planned it out, like a solar system
n-gg- if you clumsy, you go sleepy fallin victim to me,
you b-tches system b-tches like you system to me,
the sh-t you rover to my house, i scoot over in the bed
i shoot off in her mouth and she bit the bullet
uh, skate on em like i’m little wayne,
and the weed so strong, i could feel pain,
wrote it down, take a picture now i feel afraid,
the drug got me so numb i can’t feel ashamed,
and the girl in my home with the move swain,
girli gotta make a few runs like you sayin’
b-tch i had a penny from my dog from some new change
hungry n-gg-s going at your neck, for that full chain,
pock some fools that make me sleepy,
hoes treat me and they tippy,
i hope that p–sy taste like kiby
hope it’s nice to do the hitty, hopin i could live it freely
live a n-gg- by the flow, with a mouth full of ..
what’s at my louie bag that’s itty,
snitches, give me the hibby g b’s
i hope they just appeal where te f-ck is just ..
i got n-gg-s on my side, you got n-gg-s on your back,
i’m a young timber, money growin trees, money over queens,
f-ck you blow me, i say back enjoy the breeze,
hoes pretty and then please,
i don’t really do sh-t, but seat back and call the shots
she poured out the heart, i had it on the racks
red beam on your head, that’s a cherry on top,
you don’t wanna keep it cool, i know n-gg-s that will doubt,
uh, i dance with the devil in my dreams,
when i wake up i still hear the same song,
make me wanna blow, motherf-cker brains out,
flow want a n-gg-, i’m about to brain storm little n-gg-
i’ll take your main hoe, make her call a home,
girl, make the shadder say d-ck,
it’s the motherf-cking dedication five,
i just hope i be alive to see a dedication six,
lil tune.

what up slam!

hey yo what’s level to the sh-t?
level to the sh-t,
been doin in my a sis, levels with the sh-t
and n-gg-s though i’m on another level in this sh-t
ain’t petal with the six, full metal on the hit
all i need is a shavel in the ditch
you to dig me a whole, and you show me where it is,
running the show and show me where the kids,
oull one in his dome, why he going in this free
that’s me, hit n-gg-,
back peas, ap go trip n-gg-,
black jeans, great team, old teams n-gg-,
back street everything go for teen n-gg-
keep quiet bf we defy
i’m in the streets like running the king’s rights
mami the bals that we retire,
on that old bullsh-t, p myers
they scream and see fire, my auto ball like god father ..
i’m fallin in the whip, roll the three six, devil y’all in trips,
shots, whistle like a cattle in his lip,
i’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in his ship,
vaught the bonny .. in the whip,
made a kick ras, bull hades from zip locks, uh.

what up vado?

- lirik lagu lil wayne