Funeral Album Lyrics by Lil Wayne


Lil Wayne Lyrics

Funeral Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Funeral

Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The choir's singin' musicals
Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with that Uzi, though
And they look like they saw Lucifer (rr)
Welcome to the funeral
We not welcome, we intruded, though
You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke
That's just inexcusable
Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them
We been to quite a few of 'em
The reverend talk, we booin' him
We throw up the Piru at him

Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Soul snatching as usual
Amen, hallelujah though
Whole family delusional
Niggas crying like two year olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
Everybody knew you, bro
Ain't nobody shootin' though
Gotta die to see who you know
Damn, welcome to the funeral
Where we from, we ruin 'em
The preacher preach, we shootin' him
Now we need one for you and him
That's why they should cremate ya
Hope when you die they commemorate you
Life is a movie and it's in theaters
Some of y'alls already went to cable
These shots from a far you could get a facial
Black gun, chrome gun, interracial
Weed so strong, need ventilation
Funeral home need renovation
I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation
Nigga when you died, did your bitch a favor
Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genovese's
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo
That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch up nigga, you behind, where I left you
I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins, uncles, aunts, and your nephews
Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastard
Tears running down his bitch face, romantic
Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (bah)
In his face, closed casket
Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic
My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic
He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted
Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual
Whole family delusional
Amen, hallelujah though
Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in with the Uzi, though
They look like they saw Lucifer
Yeah, welcome to the funeral, everybody knew your bro
Ain't nobody shootin' though
That's just inexcusable
Damn, welcome to the funeral
Where we from, we ruin 'em
I've been to quite a few of 'em
My nigga, got immune of them
Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo

In other words, a nigga dead



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Mahogany

Check

Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy
Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward
I'm racin' NASCAR, transport, just what you asked for
Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer
Now who them Xans for?
I'll pop Dans for muscle relaxation
I'm a patient, pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racin'
Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out, oh you faded?
I'm faded out, oh you made it? I made it out
But you shady like 8 Mile
8 Ball from Orange, my letdown, I lay it down
Like an eagle, she spread it out
Air it out, yeah I ate it out
I'm a Libra, I weigh it out
Hope the reaper don't take me out
I'm too eager to wait it out, stuck the heater in Satan's mouth
Pray polices don't raid the house, pay my taxes and baby moms
Ain't no cappin', don't play around, hate me back and then hate me now
In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste
I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space
Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today
I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe
Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked
And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up
I stunt when I rolled up, with a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up
You know what's in my soda
And your trap house closin', your glass house broken
And my mad house open and my lighthouse glowin'

Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard

Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
I think in my backyard, I need an airport
Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm
Mahogany skin touch me I cut your hands off
Mahogany door handle, to match the floor panel
Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals
Mahogany dash, slime, I might do the dash, slime
Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line
Good times, no hard times, uh oh, it's that time
We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time
Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Bad Vibes
Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire
Plug was a f*ckin' Arabi, no cap, slime
Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time
Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it
I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin'
Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin'
Let's get in bed and break these mahogany head boards
Oh, whoa, mahogany, yeah, whoa

Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy
Yeah, I do the dash, boy
Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy
Brains all over my mahogany dashboard

Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
Maho-mahogany sand
Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys
Soon as we land, on mahogany sand
I ain't arguin', I'm sayin'
Ooh, mahogany



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Mama Mia

What's good, brother?
Beat around the bush, I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you
These niggas talkin' too much shit
I'm about to find a good plumber
Lot a niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus
You dead brother
I ain't a killer but don't push me, like a red button
The gun headbutt you like "Bang, bang, bang, bang"
'Til your heart stop drummin'
I shoot you while the sun don't shine, it's a hot summer
But fall dawg, and I go all off with this sawed-off
This bitch sound like hard cough
I'm a wizard with the muhf*cka like I went to Hogwartz
Cut the hog head and the tail off
I'm the nigga bitches put their spell on
And once it wear off
Then bitch don't touch me like a air ball
Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9"
But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in that lace line, that plate mine
Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime
I don't FaceTime, with my new thang
New thang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga
Dumb, dead, brazy, cray-cray, blind
But I still see in the dark, nigga
Dark nigga, Akon
I'm on my shit like maggots
And they then they grow and they fly
Got real bitches with fake asses
With real views and fake eyes
It's stupid, I'm stupid
I'm out of my coffin, narcotic abuser
No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin'
Your partners is poodles
Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless
Titty-f*ck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it
I'm stupid

Your crocodile's toothless
Titty-f*ck your baby mama
She breastfeed your child while I do it
I looped it

I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi
I'm shinin' my Uzi
They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out
Hopin' I don't smell like all these f*ckin' vaginas I'm douchin'
Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry
I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive
Designers, excuse me
Massagers masseuse me, oops I mean masseuses massage me
I'm gruesome, I'm grimey
Turn you and lil' mami to tuna salami
You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science
That's two in a Mazi', that's who in a Hyundai
You stupid or drowsy? I pewin' in the 'Gatti
Pew, pew and I got 'em
Pew, pew and I got 'em
Lil' Tunechi a shotta, come through with my shottas
Catch you and your thotta, turn a nigga noodle to nada
Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie
This life is a movie, you died in the movie
I write and produce it, I cried as I view it
I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses
Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait
Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew
My wife lookin' Jewish, wait
My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban
My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait
She European and she from Aruba, she from the States
Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we over ate
We throw them B's up high as the moon, SuWoo in space
I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes
Mansion with a gate, with some nice landscapes
The Atlantic across the way, don't ask me what I make
I'ma be answerin' all day
Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandana on her face
And I just psstt, took off, errr- and landed on her face
I cannonballed her face
F*ck her to some Diana Rossin' fake
Damn, I lost the faith, don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case
You can't avoid the Drac', drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today
Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate
Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way
Now pass the phone to bae
I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave
He faker than the lashes on his babe
I'm like lashes on a slave
I'm ashin' on his head
He ain't got no credit and his Apple card is dead
What's in your wallet?

(Mama Mia)
Funeral



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I Do It

(Feat. Big Sean & Lil Baby)

[Big Sean]
Phew, phew, yeah
If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don)
Look, look, look, funeral

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh)
Shut the f*ck up, no excuses (Huh)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Lil Baby]
I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'
All these burners here hot, but we coolin'
I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"
I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em
I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em
I was dead broke, sleep on the futon
Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em
Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run
If I take your shit, can't give you no refund
Ten mil' for a deal I agree on
I put on for Atlanta like Deion
Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em
From the apartments to an arena
Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him
Look at God's child drivin' the Demon
F*ck what you heard

[Big Sean & Lil Wayne]
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah)
Shut the f*ck up, no excuses (Yeah)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit)
Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah)
I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah)
I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah)
Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah)
No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah)
Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah)
I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah)
Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent
I smoke the best exclusive
I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded)
Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in
You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it)
I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it
Told myself to continue my duties
I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002
Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin'
Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it
Just like I play for Emilio Pucci
I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki
I need a favorite woman like The Fugees
It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges
My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid
No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

[Big Sean & Lil Wayne]
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh)
Shut the f*ck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah)
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah)

[Lil Baby, Lil Wayne, & Big Sean]
I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin')
All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin')
I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" (Yeah)
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"
Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah)
If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you
If you in my way, then I gotta go through you
Funeral



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Dreams

Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes
I'm going' outta my head
Lost in a fairytale
Can you hold my hands and be my guide

Clouds filled with stars cover your skies
And I hope it rains
You're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true
My guilty pleasure I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here
I'll be floating on air cause you're my
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you

Yo, young money right here,
Bike here, throw it up, no high chair,
Cold like a white bear,
Freddie Kruger I'm a rap bitch nightmare,
And I'm rich I could buy you,
Kill bitches leave ya body in a bayou,
More brain than an IQ,
More head than a dread,
And my bank account ain't hardly empty,
So I come through in a Barbie Bentley,
But please mamacita, please no envy,
When you come around it reads no entry,
Who's next to go,
My flows so flexible,
Get gassed get at me, Texaco,
Shoot yourself in the leg, Plexico
White jag with the twisted lip,
I ain't Mike Jack but This is it!
Born born born everywhere,
Your like balloon boy mama you was never there!
I am the kung fu panda,
F*ck all of your blogs, f*ck all your propaganda,
Good for the goose then it's good for the gander,
Nicki ain't a rapper, nicki is a brander,
Please you can never compare to me,
All these bitches is scared of me,
I am who they couldn't even dare to be,
So that's all folks
I go hard pause,
Hospital flow get more gauze,
I'm a bad bitch on all fours,
The president be like it's all yours,
Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats,
Go together like Ricky and his eye patch,
Go together like a team in the gym,
Kareem in the ring, the queen and the king,

Tattoo your name across my heart
So it will remain
Not even death can make us part
(No Ceilings)
What kind of dream is this!
You could be a sweet dr

Kush it out, red bone pussy mouth,
Eat you up, spit you out,
F*ck your girl in your house,
I'm terrible be careful,
You might want say a prayer or two,
So cold I need theraflu,
I'm so high I need parachutes,
I'm error proof, I'm never spooked,
Got my crew, heaven blue,
And my flag red as hell, think your sweet as devils food,
I never lose,
My weapons use,
F*ck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude,
And she's the queen,
Two's a couple, three's a scene,
Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams,
Get the pussy wet or be the springs, huh, I'm Easter clean,
Shout to my home girl Mika Means,
Anything we want we redeem,
You niggas gassed up '93 supreme,
Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch,
More than an artist bitch,
She talk a whole lot of shit
And walk around like she President Carters bitch,
She be on her Barbie shit,
And me I'm on the carter 6,
And I can turn crumbs to bricks,
And I can turn nuns to tricks,
Young mula baby,
Fu-f*ck your feelings,
And this is No Ceilings
Yeah

[Chorus]



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Stop Playin With Me

(Chill Stump on the beat)

Ooh, I got a plus sized model
But she my lil' mama
I make her bust it open for me like a piñata
And as the world turns, she was my spin doctor
'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden
I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed
I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games
Baby stop playing with me
Do I look like I'm playing with you?
I was running from myself, and that's just who I ran into
Closed my eyes last night, and had a dream I was dying, when I woke up, I was surprised
And I hate surprises
I hate to love, that love to hate
But when it's all synchronizin'
It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind
Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes
Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt
I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming
I got on a straitjacket, then it must me Fashion Week
I just look like this, hoe, don't be comparing me
Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering
They rather battle royale, way before they battle me
Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z
Motherf*cker stop playing with me

Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch it's been a long time
For a long time, time sure flies but its on a long flight
No I don't need air time, 'cause I got hang time
You think its play time?
Well bitch it's game time, and you gon' stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me

Ouu, I've been feeling like a, killer since the diapers
I've been feeling like a, hitter since the minors
Sticky icky like a, itsy bitsy spider
They say to be or not to be
Bitch I'm indecisive
I'm in the building like the, interior designer
You in your feelings like a, bitch when she get her cycle
Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch, I'm yelling please don't wife her
Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper
Motherf*cker I'm thuggin' on the low
I'm ballin' on the high
I'm f*ckin' on the floor
She can crawl but can't hide
I'm Bloodin' with my bros
Goin' hard with my slimes
It ain't nothin' to a GOAT, but the roar of a lion
Jungle book hoe, its another book show
No car keys needed, button push, go
We gon' ghost ride in the whip, and she believe in ghosts
I'm a snow plow on that bitch until she freezing cold
She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow
Put my foot down in this bitch, these nigga twinkle toes
Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold
Way up in the nose bleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose

Nigga, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
It's been a long time, a long time, long, long time since she loved me long time
Told her stop playing with me
Stop playing with me
No, I don't need air time, 'cause I got hang time
You think it's play time?
Well then it's game time, you gon' stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, stop playing with me
Stop playing with me, bitch, yes, I've been on time
For a long time, and time sure flies, but it's on a long flight
And you gon' stop playing with me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



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Clap For Em

Shake that ass like a salt shaker
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
Girl, take that cash from them ball players
Yeah, lemme see you make that pussy open-close
For some Gucci open-toes and some OVOs
I hit it like a bullet hole, leave that pussy swole
You lookin' like a pot of gold on that silver pole
Clap, encore, pussy lips, drum roll
Make that pearl tongue go (rrrr)
Round of applause, make a round of applause
Bounce for your boy, up and down, bungee cord
One cheek at a time, girl, you asinine
Left, right, right, left, girl, I can't decide
Uh, bae just got off work, lemme pop a Perc
Garbage bag full of ones, don't know what she worth
I'ma f*ck her 'til she squirt, then she go to church
Clap it like a choir

(Oh, yes, hoes)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Take, take that cash, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)

Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker
She just got a fake ass, it be soft later
Don't take that trash from them heart-breakers
Take, take that cash (Jahlil Beats, holla at me)

Hold up, shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
(Make that ass clap like a round of applause, make that ass)

Wobble-dickwobble, lil' mama ass is colossal
Give me head like a bobble head, bobble-di-bobble
Then she gobble and gargle and swallow until I'm hollow
She gon' do it for the culture, then go viral and viral (woo)
Viral and viral, ooh, viral and viral
Pull that grande out my pants and grind it like Ariana
Grind it like Ariana, grind it like marijuana
I make her holla like a virgin Madonna, go soprano
Call me Kurt Cocaine, wilin' like I'm Nirvana
I eat it like a piranha, she got a tongue like iguana
She wear her hair like E. Honda, a birthday suit for pajamas
I'm only here 'til mañana, she say, "No hable España"
I say for shit sho' make that shit go pa-pa-pa-pa- like my pistol
Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, my lollipop, my Popsicle
This Y-M-O-N-E Beno, I been poppin' since my demo
Shout out Pluto, this that N.O., make that ass clap like some cymbals, ow
(Rrrr)

(Oh, yes, hoes)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
You got a fake ass, it be soft later (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
You got a fake ass, it be soft later (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass, hold up (make that ass clap like a round of applause)
Shake, shake that ass (make that ass clap like a round of applause)



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Bing James

Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank

Gang gang
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game

Okay, red team, (yeah) lit up like a light beam
Sipping ice cream, (yeah) dripping like some Visine
Since Spike Lee, (yeah) I've been doing the right thing
Take my dirty money, (yeah) and teach it about hygiene
That banana blip, (blip) aiming at a rapper lip
'Cause he captain cap, (cap) we call 'em Colin Kapernick
This ain't no rapping shit (oh no)
We wrap your ass and wrap it quick
I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too much Actavis
I'm reppin' Blood gang
Put some Molly on her motherf*cking tongue ring (yeah)
Birkin bag for her baby, that was chump change (yeah)
Red carpet on the concrete, that's a blood stain (yeah)

Yeah, drove off screaming, "Gang gang" (huh)
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (huh, huh)
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (huh, huh)
Strong, strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (huh, huh)
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James (yeah, yeah)
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (yeah, yeah)
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (yeah, yeah)
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game (east side)

Motion picture shit
At you with my.40 Glock
When I'm on my savage shit
Bodies on that black top
Weapons in the stash box
Keep a couple lamb chops
All we serve is hearses, you don't get no ambulance ride
All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang
This ain't what you want, you don't wanna lose your brain, brain
Been focused on this bag now, yeah, we from the projects (yeah)
We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets
Miss me with that bullshit, I'm just tryna make a play
White Lamborghini truck, bitches call it yola-yay
Sharp as razor blades, Smith N Wesson in my breakaway
Peep the different shit from behind these Aviator shades

Gang gang (yeah)
Rose gold Richard Mille, plain Jane (yeah)
Two twin blickers, yeah, ying-yang (yeah)
Strong, strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (strong, strong)
Big crown on, nigga, Bing James (crown)
Bust down glowin', nigga, Bling James (woo)
Bust down froze, nigga, freeze frame
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Drove off screaming, "Gang gang"
Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, like nigga Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga, Bing James
Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James
Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame
Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed
Yeah, big game

Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane
Freeze frame (mula, brazy)



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Not Me

[Paparue]
Original roughnecks, hear {laughing}
Check!

[Chorus: x2]
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads like-a we
Nobody could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR family

[Lil' Wayne]
Look, it's little rhymecholy
Legendary like "bymolly"
17 ward superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me, every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with the pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound, I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown, and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiosity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast the dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have the money
Take tha hit, even if it's below the average money
Got to make it through the week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck what
The price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what, what

[Chorus: x2]

[Mannie Fresh]
What, what
What, you think I'm scared, cause of the threats that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout the people you done
But look, every time I brought me to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight, now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo
I don't know, what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken, ride ta Texas and back
I drive the rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold, sell they soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in the winter, ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes

[Chorus]

Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (no)
(What? What?)
Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!)
(What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) (For real!)

[Baby]
Nigga outta line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or joke
F*ckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these niggas
I get, low down and dirty
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground
I'm the number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change

[B.G.]
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, the price the same

[Baby]
My money long, but it don't run with the airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my crib

[B.G.]
These hos just love the way that, Baby live

[Baby]
But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some taps
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me, I don't think you do, nigga

[B.G.]
We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew

[Baby]
What!

[Chorus: x4]



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Trust Nobody

I don't trust nobody, not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself

If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me"
I've been lookin' for some love but it ain't lookin' for me
It's why she bite her tongue, when she tell me that pussy for me
I've been lookin' at the cross and it look like a tee
Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace
I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me
I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, yeah

If I die before I wake (yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (uh)
I lost count of my mistakes (shit)
At least I learned along the way

And I don't trust nobody (nobody), not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises (no promises) 'cause I know just how they'll end
And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (nobody else)
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself

If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
You gon' find a bunch of motherf*ckers lookin' like me
I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green
Safe to say I lost my way but I never lost the lead
Safe to say I lost the breaks but I never lost the speed
Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep but I never lost the dream
If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me
You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief

If I die before I wake (yeah)
Pray the Lord, my soul to take (uh)
I lost count of my mistakes
At least I learned along the way

I don't trust nobody, not my lovers not my friends
I don't make no promises 'cause I know just how they'll end
I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else
And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah

If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me
When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me," f*ck



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Know You Know

I, I got something to tell ya girl
I got something that I wanna do (come on)
I, I got something to tell ya, I wanna you know what, you know what

I been looking for you for a long damn time
But you been gone away I nearly lost my mind
And now we're in the club and you're grindin on me
Touchin' on me, got me goin' crazy
That skirt you wearin' got a playa on swoll
As I glance at my watch I see the night is growin' old

I start to reminse about when we were shorties, back seat of my jeep, yes I'm feelin horny
As I play my position posted up on the wall (yeah)
Happy to hear the DJ say last call (last call)
'Cause what that means is we about to leave and I'm about to be all up on you and you up on me

'Cause I want you in the middle of the night I'm gonna rub
And if you let me go down I'm gonna taste
And when it's all said and done I'm gonna you know what, you know what
'Cause I want you
In the middle of the night I'm gonna rub you
And if you let me go down I'm gonna taste you
And if it's all said and done I'm gonna you know what, you know what

It's hard to keep in touch when you're off in school
But now you're right here we can do what we do
Start in the car and end up in the livin' room
Kiss around your navel while you're on the end table
Pushed the magazines down on the floor, I'm your soldier so I'm ready to go to war

And you told me you're hot and you're ready
Legs won't stop shakin', just give it to me daddy
And I like the way your body's lookin' right there
Knowin' we might not even make it upstairs
And what that means is just relax your mind and baby let it flow
It's goin' down and that's for sho

'Cause I want you in the middle of the night I'm gonna rub
And if you let me go down I'm gonna taste
And when it's all said and done I'm gonna you know what, you know what
'Cause I want you
In the middle of the night I'm gonna rub you
And if you let me go down I'm gonna taste you
And when it's all said and done I'm gonna you know what, you know what

Get fresh off the G.Fo, need no intro
Weezy baby nympho
Him so, gentle with it, still got mami's limpo
Little woody put his thang down like Mutumbo
Young dude, rich, smart, humble
Got something down low to make your walls crumble
Not rough though, slowmo, promo
We could go video, uh uh true that's right
Nasty that's all in me, how he rappin' got women like he R and B
What you know about your legs in the air, with your head in the chair and my hands in your hair
We could go there if what I'm sayin' sounds fair
Don't trip, I kiss every lip, don't flip
Flip up the doors on the out-of-country whip
I could take you out of this world, baby let's dip

'Cause I want you in the middle of the night I'm gonna rub
And if you let me go down I'm gonna taste
And when it's all said and done I'm gonna you know what, you know what
'Cause I want you
In the middle of the night I'm gonna rub you
And if you let me go down I'm gonna taste you
And when it's all said and done I'm gonna you know what, you know what

Rock on
Just rock on
This is another one of those
Soul, soul, def
Rock on



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Wild Dogs

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Bitch, I'm
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)

Fresh out the pad, boy, bitch, I'm a hot boy
Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy
Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy
Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy
Percs get popped, boy, yes I'm a hostage
Xanny get popped too, that's for my conscience
Addy get popped too, now I'm a zombie
Muscle relaxant, that's for my posture
I'ma do acid, now I'm obnoxious
Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin
Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage
Call up your family, give 'em the options
Tell 'em to cash it, put 'em in boxes
Do not deal with 12 'cause you dealing' with monsters
If everything fail, then we killin' your mama
We all go to Hell but right now we on fire
I'm talkin' that shit, yeah, and I'm walkin' that shit like a dog in this bitch
That's your dog, he a bitch, yeah
He was barkin' and shit, now he eatin' his words
Tell 'em gargle and spit, don't be startin' no shit
When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist
Squeeze your heat 'til it squish, then I wash, not rinse
Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch

Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)

Whoa
All my dogs gon' slide, yeah, bust up in your home, yeah
Home sweet home inside, yeah, all my dogs is wildin'
Saw your dog, goodbye, yeah
Pet Sematary, I got all your dogs inside, yeah
Yeah, y'all done lost your mind, yeah
And all my stars aligned, yeah
So all my dogs gon' shine, yeah
All my dogs and slimes, yeah
It's war like Vietnam, yeah
Throw that dog a bone, wait, that might be a bomb, damn

Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I'ma, bitch, I'ma ball and
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri f*ckin' Alexa
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
Me and my dogs don't
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs pull up in a Tesla
I'ma buss down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina
With diamonds that's covered like eczema
Me and my dogs don't f*ck with the rest of 'em
We treat 'em like veterinarians
Me and my dogs, we come to your area
We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (rrr)



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Harden

No cap

She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you

I know I ain't perfect, I shouldn't need to work on it
A nigga been workin', I know you uncertain
You ride for me and I drive you crazy
I know I've been swervin', I know you've been nervous
I know I've been reckless, now you all heartless
And I was all worthless, I don't deserve it
You don't deserve this, I turned a blessin' into a burden
I'm really sorry, I know it don't fix it
A nigga been wishin', that I could reverse it
I know it don't help it, I know I look selfish
And looks are deceiving, but you lookin' further
And you lookin' past me, I'm just a has been
How did this happen? What is the current?
Where's your endurance?
You actin' like you've never been in love, like you just a tourist
Shit was the purest, 'til you got curious
You know that love don't come with insurance
I blame the juries who put me on trial
They was sick of your smile, now we just cured 'em
That got me furious, people that knew of us
Tell me "They sorry", I said "That made two of us"
Wonder what ruined 'em
Wonder how beautiful you look at your wedding when I'm at my funeral
Goddamn

(Love me or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)

She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you

I tried to call, but I couldn't reach you
You blocked my number
I feel like, James Harden, you block my jumper, goddamn

Who you lovin', who you wanna be f*ckin'?
Since it ain't me, just tell that homie he lucky
I'm lonely for nothing', I'm starin'' at the phone and the button
To call em' to come in
I'm starin' at the walls I been punchin' these walls, did me nothin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout the ball I've been fumblin'
When stars were abundant
This shit happened and all of the sudden
The toilet start flushin'
Try to avoid the confrontin', the joy, the consumption
Where outside noises seduction, it's harder to function
Look up at the angels, they hoverin', they show me the light
They told me that I know that I'm wrong, but I don't know what's right
Goddamn

(Love me) You must hate me (or leave me)
Love me or leave me
(Let me go my own way)

She love me or leave me
I gave her a reason
She don't want a reason, she don't wanna see me
She don't wan' believe me
I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin'
My heart ain't even beatin'
Just talked to the Reaper, he put me on speaker
He told me to keep you

So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya
You blocked my number
I feel like, James Harden, you block my jumper, goddamn

Funeral



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I Don't Sleep

(ft. Takeoff)

Oh, yeah (CMB don't twistle it don't tangle it)
She looks like any other girl that I seen from place to place
But I know she not like any other girl
'cause I couldn't take my eyes off her
She had a cowboy hat (what else), a sun-greased tan
(what else), pants with the ass just right
Now I can tell that me and her are gonna make a baby,
baby tonight

I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on

Now it's time to make my approach
'cause its all most 2'o clock (bling, bling)
But I gotta do it now 'cause I'ma get mine when I hit the parking lot
She said I know your name, I know what chu do not
impressed my the things you got (yeah right)
But I ain't gonna lie, yeah I wanna ride
So baby lick the spot

I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she's asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on

She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she looked at me
She wanted me, and it's not the green
Now I wanna make her mine (what)
I gonna waste no time (what)
I wanna know if you want me like I want you
(listen Weezy come on now)

Now as walk up in the club
It's real dark up in the club
But AND WHAT my diamonds still spark up in the club
I see a bid night in the corner
By midnight I'm a goner
So what your name is Sonya
(Spitting noise) bet I bone her
I'm going to get rid of this last bag of marijuana
So won't cha come outside with me
How bout chu take this ride with me
It's gravy so we hop in the no top, four dot
She fasten it like "ooh this car is so hot" she got
And we stopped over at the Ramada
And I got her to come out on that powder
And right jump on just swallow
And swallow and drain damn she wild
Make her trip out Lil' Wayne
Damn she loud, now
It's all over 'cause I'm finished with mine
I'ma tell her call tomorrow but then I be lying
But that's all in different baby
And pimpin' is me, hot boy Weezy-Wee what

I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it,
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on

I don't know why she's affectin' me
Or why this situation's stressing me
I don't know why nobody's callin' me
It makes me wanna give her all of me
And now she asking what I want it, how I want it
where I want it, and when I want it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on

Look, Unplugged, Lil' Weezy
CMB doin' it one more time
You know from Philly to the N.O
Don't twistle it and tangle it
They don't understand, it's like the hottest of the hot
Don't get in the way, for real, yeah



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Sights And Silencers

(Ear Drummers)
I think that's it, ay
I think that's it
You see the light
(Mike Will Made-It)
You see the light
Yeah
That's it

Beautiful soul
I'm surprised there's a body that could hold you
Lotus, I'm tryna talk her down, I need to focus
I'm flawless, you knew it in your heart, you are controlless
Just focus, on me

This love is dangerous
It should be locked away
Sights and silencers
You are the end of days
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world
This kind of love is gon' tear up the world

Beautiful lover (yeah)
I'm surprised there's a guy that can judge you, yeah
(I'm surprised there's a guy that can judge you)
Pink lotus, I been tryna pluck you better than the roses, yeah (than the roses)
Girl, I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded)
You know it in your heart, we are explosives (we are explosive)
She said, "Baby, just unload it, on me," (yeah)
On me, yeah

This love is dangerous (this love is dangerous), yeah, yeah, yeah
It should be locked away (should be locked away, should be locked away, should be locked away)
Sights and silencers (sights and silencers), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You are the end of days
And this kind of love is gon' tear up the world, yeah, yeah (oh, oh, oh, oh, tear up the world)
Tear up the world, yeah, this kind of love (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Tear up the world

Yeah, this kind of love is gon' tear up the world (oh)
Tear up the world
This kind of love



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Ball Hard

(ft. Lil Twist)

David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German

Taught my bitches how to whip it
Now they whippin', fast learners
Chicken heads, whippin' chickens
I felt like a black colonel
Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabaar
St. Laurent, I even had the green light
I blew the horn, c'mon c'mon
F*ck we waitin' on my nigga, move along
Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn
Deepest water, see, The Carter made me feel like Peter Parker
Be a Dora, Double R her, treat her like Ford Explorer
See no evil, neither horror
My bitch eyes chinky Kamora
Run a mile like Jackie Joyner
Bitch should go read a thesaurus
Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence
Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, Tailor Made, Made in China
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga
Wait, Rihanna she ball hard Sinaed O'Connor, hmm

David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait, Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinead O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German

It's MULA baby, know you heard me
Got the game, I'm talkin' early
Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies talkin' nurseries
Pocket pull up, Black Eyes Peas
The P for Perky's, got me flirty
Model bitches tryna hurt me
Broken mirrors, pull a Fergie
Oh my God it's cocaina
Kim and Gina had to team up
Tried to run away from this dick
And got subpoenaed, had to clean up
Got two strikes out in L.A
I get one more, then new Adidas
Niggas call me hustle Westbrook
Sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Niggas call me hustle Westbrook
Sellin' dope off in the bleachers
Trappin' off a walkie-talkie
Tempo, over, yeah I read you
That my woadie, that my 'migo
Gettin' loaded off sativa
Move the rock like Russell Westbrook
Triple-double the whole season, whoa

David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait, Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinead O'Connor, yeah
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman
Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian
Shop in Paris, drive a German
Blac Chyna, Black Mamba
Baby mama, Lady Gaga, wait Rihanna
Ball hard, Sinead O'Connor, hmm



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Bastard (Satan's Kid)

This is

Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the f*ck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, f*ck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn off
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live

Walking on water, this a new world order
These niggas out of order like a fish out of water
I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera
I'ma keep shooting 'til the bitch stop recording
Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguing
A real sharp, sharp shooter, I don't miss my target
I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie
Long walk in closet, I hope you feel like walking
Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn
I know the paper burn for the long term
I know my bih concern when I toss and turn
I know my bih concerned 'bout the long term
I know the paper burn like the fire burn
I know it don't burn unless I confirm
I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch my heart burn
Crossing me is like watching a cross burn
Swag go head to shoe
Bitch I'm fresh as a designer, yeah
Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah
Killers come behind you, can you say, "Murder for hire?"
Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah

Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib
Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live
Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end
Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics
Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the f*ck this baby is?"
Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid"
Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid
I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid)

Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn
I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn
Until you take your turn, f*ck a wrong turn
I made the world turn, that's a turn off
I'm on every song that I turn on
I got it turnt up, got it turnt on
I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off
Weed loud as every siren they turn on
Bust down so bright, it's burning
These diamonds so white they German
Your diamonds ain't right, they turning
Cocaine white as my attorney
All types of guns, no type of permits
All types of coffins, all types of gurneys
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey

It has been quite a journey
From my driveway to my front door
It has been quite a journey, nigga



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Get Outta My Head

The brains will start to abandon the religions
And believe in themselves
And the new world order will start
Drop that motherf*cker

Narcissistic, insufficient, deadweight, I've been searchin' (ay)
Lack of coexistin', just don't see them work with other bitches (no)
That's when black and white
When dark at night, that's when I do my searching (ay)
And the Anti-Christ is in my mind, the evolutions lurkin' (yeah)

I got voices in my head, wild horses in my head
Runnin' around, horse playin', breakin' pots up in my head
Waking corpses in my head and they was better off dead
Runnin' forces in my head, stumpin', marchin' in my head
Sun is scorchin' in my head, Archie Bunker's in my head
Talkin' bunkers in my head, Willy Wonkahs in my head
All this junk in my head, then it sunk into my head
Little monkeys in my head, goin' bananas in my head
Shootin' cannons in my head, hittin' targets in my head
Playin' pianos in my head, keyboards and organs in my head
Smash guitars in my head, fast cars in my head
With loud ass horns in my head, horns stickin' out

I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head (yeah, yeah)
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head

All these voices in my head, they're commitin' arson in my head
Real wars up in my head, crash courses in my head
Fightin' forces in my head, white noises soundin' red
All these voices in my head, all these thoughts up in my head
Like a spark plug in my head, like a torch up in my head
Ain't no shotguns in my head, all these sharks up in my head
All these sharks need to be fed (yeah)

I behead a motherf*cker for his contacts
Take the body where the others can't see
Seen the devil in my eyes without no contacts
So my eyes are blacker than the bottom of the sea, yeah, yeah

I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(The brains will start to abandon the religions)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(And believe in themselves)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head
(And the new world order will start)
I can't, I can't, get the f*ck out my head (yeah, yeah)
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head
I can't (I can't), get the f*ck out my head



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Piano Trap

I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud, yeah
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud

Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul

I'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots I had to piss in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is f*ckin' ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian

She workin' that ass, continuous
I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous
I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all of my daughter's no doubt
It's been all about now until now
I've been keepin' it quiet but loud
I've been keepin' it private but proud
I've been treatin' the fire like flowers
I've been keepin' it silent but, "Pow"
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child
Yeah, she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf on the crowd
Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while

Pop me a Perc, and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone, and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
Damn

Ayy, tell you what you should do, son

Uh, let's get personal
Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical
Shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
We murder you, then bury you
Dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra
Magic like 32
It is my time, and, when it is, you on timeout
I'm on Cloud 9, and, nigga, you just on iCloud
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th
Y'all are witnesses to my battle, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary, straight to paradise
Took a few L's, without 'em, I couldn't spell, "Life"
Airtight, vagina tight, and it better smell right
Banana clip dick banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga
I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick flick, nigga
Tunchi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul



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Line Em Up

I tried to talk to him
Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't f*** wit' n****s like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bulls*** n**** quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a n**** down in his own mess, don't mess
Playa f*** around wit' the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you n****s is harmless
I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)
Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him
Don't get close to him
Shootouts and nothin' but rock n roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin' it don't make it if you no good
I tried to talk to him, but then a n**** had to

[Chorus]
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really,
I was try'na be calm
But, uh, that chopper rocked,
Put his head in his arms
And man,
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up,
F*** it make a n**** get loose
He had too much talk, not enough proof
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him
Hit 'em up,
Hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em
But I hit 'em up
I tried to talk to him,
I tried to talk to him

Y'all take them shoes off your teeth
Stop runnin' your mouth
No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth
I'll come to your house, me and my goons
Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon
Throwin' up fingers sayin' "My side rule"
If a n**** disagree, that's when my side prove
That Maybach coupe a c***-eyed fool
And I'm "in it like Bennett" hoe, aren't I cool
But if that thermostat switch and that needle move
Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move
I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool
Meet a disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe
Swallow the truth, belch reality
How does it taste, powder your face,
You a b**** n****
All p****, stop cummin' out your lips n****
I tried to talk him, but then a n**** had to

[Chorus]

Real talk boy, chill wit' the talk boy
That Tommy Gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy
Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy
Start with the wrong boy, it end wit' a song boy
Wit' your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
F*** discussion, I ain't in to it boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big Uzi, tissue the boy
I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder boy
You need sutures on your smooches boy
But, I tried to talk to him, but then a n**** had to

[Chorus]



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Darkside

Darkside, darkside, darkside
Darkside, darkside, darkside

We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas
We goodnight these niggas, you look like these niggas
F*ck, f*ck it, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck 'em up
Hit 'em up, hunt 'em down, hurry up
Shoot 'em up, shut 'em down, shut 'em up
Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up
But bitches comin' 'round with the funny love
Lick me up, lick me down, done enough
Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum
Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come
Got some cocaine and a couple blunts
It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.44 plastic, the rubber bust
We don't wear masks, 'cause it must be us

I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood
On my tippy-toes and them flat-foot
Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good
I know her pussy hole like my MacBook
She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood
Get her own page in the black book
And it's startin' to fell like I'm attached to her
If it's that good, put a stamp to her
And I'm a warlord to these f*ckin' boys
Double-edged sword in a bubble, boy
I just won a war in the Hummer four
I'm 'bout to come to yours lookin' for a war
I am nothin' more than somethin' more
Than much more as the punch pour
And I slunch more with my lungs sore
I smoke you and your blunt blowers

Let's get on with it, Megatron with it
Telephone like a telethon
Bitches workin' bitches like a Peloton
Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits
And I'm talkin' numbers, Jerry Jone digits
I'm at home sippin' and I'm gone sippin'
Got a Draco with my arm in it
Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it
Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented
Bah, bah, bah if she come in it
Cops pulled up and they vomited
I am not finished, hope they long-winded
Money long-livin' with a strong finish
Dead presidents, wasn't born with it
I'ma die with it, I'ma mourn with it
Didn't start livin' 'til the war ended

It's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' niggas small time
All my niggas ex-cons
And we do not f*ck with y'all kind
Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime
Y'all lil' nigga small time
All my niggas done time
Or they doin' time, that's just lost time
It's still wartime, wartime, wartime
Darkside, darkside, darkside
Pull up, brrt, skrrt
Then we joyride 'til the car die
Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime, wartime
No talk time
Chalk time, all-time
Hard time
Bitch

Darkside, darkside, darkside (darkside)
Darkside, darkside, darkside, bitch



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Never Mind

I'm a pimp, under pressure but it's necessary
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Never treat her secondary sweet as February
I can turn the best into adversary
I tried, no really, really I tried
Although I'm really, really up, I'm
Still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I, I, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "Why? ", I said, "Why? "
He said, "Damn my nigga, nevermind", oh no
That's why I just get high
I like wonderin' why does time go by? Go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
Is this love, is this lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
Thought I was done tryna love
I guess I love tryna love

Hey
Not so careful but today I just don't care
Dye my hair
We so faded, we can't make it up my stairs
We f*ck right there
Not so lucky but tonight I just crapped out
Vegas sucks, I'm still gambling with her, no protection
Protect what?
'Cause I mean, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows? Nigga, not me
I'm the one she does the most, when she do the most
At least, the most, at least
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a pimp, under pressure but it's necessary
Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary
Eat a bad bitch unless she got that hairy, hairy
I could take her ex out of her vocabulary

I, yeah, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "Why? ", I said, "Why? "
He said, "Damn my nigga, nevermind", oh no
That's why I just get high
I like wonderin' why does time go by? Go, go
Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs?
All I know is I tried
No really, really, I tried
Although I'm really, really up
I'm still gonna give you all my downtime
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We ain't no junkies but today we'd like some white
Whatever we like she don't judge me
Though I may need her to be the one to give me life
'Cause I mean, I'm the one she sells her soul to
That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams
I'm the one, she comes and goes
But whatever, who knows? Not me
I'm the one she does the most, when she do the most
At least, the most, at least

I, I, got a lot on my mind
Tell my slime don't be surprised if I cry, I cry
He said, "Why? ", I said, "Why?"
He said, "Damn my nigga, nevermind"



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T.O.

[Lil Wayne & O.T. Genasis]
Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (No, no, no)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (Yeah), my bitch cry like T.O.

[O.T. Genasis, Lil Wayne, & Both]
Cookin' dope in kitchen, 36 (Yeah), I got chickens (Yeah)
Got the bowl (Yeah), I'ma whip it (Yeah)
Got the pistol (Yeah), get to clickin' (Woah)
Got the dope (Yeah), got the scope (Yeah)
Got the coke (Yeah) off the boat
Got the grams, make it float
Ask my plug, "What's the quote?" (Go)
I shoot at all of my enemies (Yeah)
Walk around like I'm Yosemite (Yeah)
Extra clip, that's my amenities (Aagh)
I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (Who? Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (Mm, bang)
Keep me a flag like a penalty (Bap, bang)
Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.)
I got more hook than parentheses (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Home Depot, keep me a toolie (Toolie, brrt)
Walk in your house with a Uzi (Woo)
Walk in your room like a groupie (Yeah)
Wet your ass up with jacuzzi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Everything white, I got Bieber
Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah
Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter
Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter
Bitch, bah

[ Lil Wayne]
I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos say "key to the city"
Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these facts, they call me fax machine

[Lil Wayne]
Oh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope, yeah (Steppin' on the dope, no, no, no, no)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)



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Wayne's World

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Wayne's World, yeah
Let me bring you up to speed
It's Wayne's World

Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I just said, "Sure, it's Wayne's World"
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, party time, excellent
Pull up on your street and that shit was Sesame

I'm with my Mexican, gang-bangin' heavily (huh)
Throw up your set at me, that I don't recommend (hoo)
I pull up in the Bugatti, we not gon' bother
And in the trunk, we got the elephant
Know who you F'in' with, they don't know where you went
Then they won't find you until you are skeleton
They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish
These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements
Party time excellent, pardon my excellence
Pardon my necklace, pardon my neck and wrist
Pardon my neckin' bitch, all of my medicine
All I be askin' is, "Where the Promethazine?"
'Cause, pipe the f*ck up (yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
Wish death 'pon me, better wish again
Don't shoot at Maaly G, he ain't listenin'
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, I tried to show him
I pull up in a Bugatti, for real
I pull up on the Ducati, one wheel
Then I take off on the private, the Lear
Up to the clouds until I disappear
Ain't where I live, it's about how I live
I'm outta here, me and my mama mia
I'm in that pussy, ass, and f*ckin'
She shout in my ear, "It's Wayne's World"

Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I said, "Of course, it's Wayne's World

Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I wanted more (it's Wayne's World)

Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
Party time excellent, harder than yesterday
I gotta medicate so I can resonate
That made me featherweight, so I can levitate
Into a better place, I don't care where you stay
Better they better, but that's how you better stay, wait
Who's that peekin' in my window, pow, nobody now
Two, no buss downs, one bling-bling, one bling-blaow
Just f*cked my ex, don't know why, don't know how
Play with that ex box all night like a child
Oh me, oh wow, baby, show me around
I said, "Show me your world," I said, "Now show me out"
Yeah, laid on the bitch, I skate on the bitch
I wave on to that bitch, I gave her a kiss
Can't get in my world, but I gave her the dick
Yeah, Wayne's World

I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World
Party time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
And I said, "Of course, it's Wayne's World

Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (it's Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I wanted more (it's Wayne's World)

Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (Wayne's World)
Party time excellent, I party hard
I party hard even when times is hard
I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow
This world is yours, it's Wayne's World

Party time excellent, I party hard
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I wanted more (Wayne's World)
Party time, excellent
Call the slime, let's get lit
Party time, excellent
Totally (it's Wayne's World)

(Wayne's World)
(And we're out)
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