Fuck A Nigga Thoughts
Lil Wayne, Kidd Kidd
Haha
Young Mula, baby
You already know
Cut the music up, mayne
Okay, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He ain't even think
He ain't even see me with the pistol and the shank
Walked up to him, put the pistol to his tank
Pussy nigga faint, pick that pussy up, now let 'em lay
Where I'm from, we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
Where I'm from, we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
Where I'm from, we see a fuckin' dead body everyday
Hammer in the draws, hammer in draws
And y'all ain't nothin' but nails in the wall
Bolsters, holsters empty like a muhfucka
Off my hip clip, empty like a muhfucka
Hehe, okay, simply I'm a bug lover
It's fly Carter duckin' a fly swatter
Haha, okay, simply I'm a muhfucka
Pimpin' ain't dead because I'm pimpin' like a muhfucka
Now where ya ho at?
Wipe ya feet on the doormat
I'm a bring the N.O. back like a nigga with no bat
I'ma go forward, the top can get lowered
Them hoes gon' get cut like a sword
I know it, you ain't gotta tell me I already smell it
You pussy niggas eatin' peanut butter and jealous
You lost like and jealous
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Just like Van Halen, I'm a rock out bitch
I'm a wear that Glock like a fuckin' outfit
I'ont care what you know, you don't know nothin' 'bout this
And I hope ya ass choke when you suck on my dick, Weezy
Okay, I'm strapped up, I'm strapped up
Downtown maniacs strait jackets and strapped up
And scrappin', we can do, see scrappin' what we do
And I'm like let me at 'em call me Scrappy Doo
After the scrap with you, I ain't lookin' stupid
You beat me too bad, bitch, I'm comin' back shootin'
Fool I'm a fool, I do what I do
It's like fixin' broke cars, which fuel I'm a use
The TEC or the Uz', the MAC or the Rug'
Catch it when it's just you, you like it wasn't just you
I guess I'm just too real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Nah, bend over nigga fuck you
See, I know what's what, who's who and who is you
Move ya lose and move a inch, you know the ligaments you could lose?
I'll put you on the ten o'clock news
One, two, buckle ya shoes, here come the Kidd crew
Ooh, blood ooze will fill up ya whole food
Dude usin' more tools them Tim from Home Improve'
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Don't play with him 'cause shoot' he'll shoot
I'm loose as a goose on that Goose
With them hoes, I'm playin' duck, duck goose
Boy I'm slick like mousse, I'm the truth nigga floose
I'm a murderer fuck moop, put niggas on mute like, mm-hmm
Then I come back like good crack
I am that, get that, I spit crack
Six shot by the six-pack, I spit that where you spit at
I send niggas where ya kids at
Don't worry where the kid at nigga, huh
Uptown back in it, Holly Grove black menace
Black shirt, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a Hemi that would offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach
Bitch, I got stacks, yeah, paychecks on paychecks
But I still won't payback, I still don't play that
I kill on ASAP
We don't do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin' y'all way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say ya want drama? I'm honored
Blitz yo' ass like a muthafuckin' line man
Stack of paycheck with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like a old 49er
Fuck shittin' on ya dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F. Baby, bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Written by: Curtis Stewart, Dwayne CarterLyrics © Ultra TunesLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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