[Hook - Lil Wayne][x2] We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans) Selling iron all the time, and you know this [Intro - Lil Wayne][x3] Look back out the garage in the hog You know that I read gudda inside like the mall [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] The coupe blue like the 'do on Marge Riding with a bitch prettier than a Debarge Mommy want a soldier, baby I'm a serge' You can't have me but we can have a menage (that's 3) Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage And it's flowers for the dead, better get em a corsage Ey-ya, head nigga in large, and everything I do I San Diego Charge While you niggas just starve, I'm eating so much Imma fuck around and barf And red is the color of my scarf, and understand to a giant you're a dwarf My flow's so off, I'm so sick all I got to do is cough [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 - ?] Bitch I come from the bottom of the mast New Orleans, Louisiana, we love to pack gats We love to count stacks, we love to pump back I love killing the track, me, Wayne, Ronny, and Mac That's some Hollygrove shit, and Imma bang it in your ear until you get it clear You heard that? That's my word and I meant that Don't tempt me, I leave ya bent up in your Bentley Believe me [Verse 3 - ?] Yeah it's Ronny, back in the game Straight off the block, back in the game Now run, tell you heard me rapping with Wayne Run, tell you heard me rapping insane Yea, I'm off in this bitch, puffing drogas in this bitch I'm leaning in this bitch, we got freaks in this bitch We deep in this bitch [Hook] [Verse 4 - Mack Maine] I got a thing for them big trucks Big fine bitches with good jugs and big butts 5 4 mommies with nice hair and fake tits That don't get loose off of goose and probably act up 5 7 bitches with bowlegs that [?] big All they really need is like two pills and 6 blunts Wake up in the morning and count money and make grits She don't really know no English so we don't say shit Wayne said let it rain on them Mother nature with the paper, doing a Mack Maine on em Like there go 1000 like swoosh Like there go 2000 (balling) Now shake that ass like you can't Pay your cable bill and you tryna watch the Saints So the 60 inch Hitachi, living like Liberace Sporting the latest Versace, shotty and Maserati Dodging the paparazzi, A C cold like the hunter Nazis This here a classic like old school Hirachi Then get your grill cooked like it was Hibachi Word to cousin Rodney
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