Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!
There's a couple married bitches in the building: fucked them! I get that mouth I get that pussy:...The End I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense She said she wanna fuck my brains out But she gon have to suck this dick first! Preach! Fucking right I'm geeked She sat on my dick, she sat on my face I told that bitch she got good seats Man, these niggas softer than fleece Shoot these niggas and they obliques You talkin' shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep Bitch you know the motto! It's Young Money over hoes Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me She say my vert-dick is hung like a jury I'm on the track: DOA Some of these niggas be DEA Money tall: NBA Broke niggas: 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 ass, mouth and pussy: 3 car garage! These niggas is false alarms They don't mean no fuckin harm Hey baby let's make a porn! Ba-bum! Devil horns 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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/amen-lyrics-lil-wayne.html ] I've got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned? Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team Red beam, if you scared, muthafucka go to church! Preach! Security breach I'm on that grass harder than cleats I'm on that gas, and y'all on E Nigga my cash out of your reach I run shit like the reverend She get on her knees and pray to this dick Then swallow all of them blessings Church!
[Verse2: 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 Damn 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 bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as fuck 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 bitches 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 niggas talk that's 100 jokes Ha Laughing at you fuck boys Skate gear I'm a truck boy On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy
Gangsta Grillz ya bastards!