歌手:Lil Wayne
专辑:《Dedication 4 (Mixtape)》

**** ***** them **** ****** my blunt bigger than these Lil' ******
Keep stuntin with your ***** ass you’ll get Jacked and Jilled *****
**** wrong with these sissy ******
I’m smoking that Bill Bixby ***** I’m spendin money spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy *****
Your ***** on my **** I told her I was busy
She say “Wayne on me Wayne on me” cause yo ass need drizzlin’
That ***** came gift-wrapped bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin
That ***** so wet it turned into a Gremlin
There’s only one me ain’t no equivalent
She give me brain brain like trivia
I got a black ***** and a red *****
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian Chopper knock your face off
Black shades Ray Charles I be killing young hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard I ain’t working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card she grab that **** with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it clips hanging no curfew
**** you and who birthed you I’m shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr y’all birdfood I’m bout it
I said I’m about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean
***** I’m drowsy
Man I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about
I got bars *****
And it’s happy hour

Riding round with them choppas not them ninas

Riding around with a ***** named Molly and she on Molly – ha
***** I put my foot in your ass karate

Man these ****** can’t see me like a diary
Smoke that **** let’s get irie
Nina shut up that ***** got a silencer
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye I look like a pirate **** it
Trukfit my ***** up Tunechi lee big ****
I’m getting my **** sucked
I blow **** like it’s dust
Spacehead: love ***** hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I’m a made *****: Machiavelli
That Mack-11 necessary
I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry
No ***** no rats no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies
Well my friends are imaginary
I’m the **********in resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my ***** hot
I’m tired as hell but my **** not
I don’t gas no ***** no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop
Y’all ****** act like lady cops
My ****** smoke like coffee shops
That’s syrup gang wafflehouse
Gunfight I’ll knock you out
My ***** ******* is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse clips stickin out
Like Nicki’s ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I’m big and bad
Small feet but I kick your ass
I’m the trigger man that shooting star
Eat that ***** like caviar
She treat that **** just like a straw
How you like them apples Microsoft
Now wipe it off
I do Liv on Sundays: church
Step off in that ************ fresher than some Certs

Uuh Who the **** is Stevie J
I got the ball playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg
It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed
Hit a ***** with a million shots
What you call that A million bucks
Good **** we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It’s Young Money Cash Money
Til the **********in day I’m Cashin Out

Riding round with them choppas not them ninas

Your ***** wanna come round her where the grass is greener
And if you passing that **** I’m the wide reciever

Ad lib Tunechi follow the leader *****