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Lil Wayne
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4 tha Haters
We catch a body and we laugh about it I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it Grindin' is agonizing but it's gratifying Skinny tires - on a salad diet I lost my mind, I'm like fuck everybody I lost my mind but I got extra copies I fuck so long it feel like exercising I test the lying before testifying All I got is hitters in my squad I could get you killed all my niggas want the job I could get you killed it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Zero fucks given, I make her come to the condo butt naked Cause bitch ain't no stealin' She still come visit, she don't wanna leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said I get it I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches And this AK is not for decoration Fuck boys give me the heebee-jeebees I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages If she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude Then ooh baby you got my full attention Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage Open your nose, I put some sugar in it I don't fuck around with them fuck arounds I might fuck around and catch a body I got some niggas that'll hunt ya down And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey We catch a body, and we laugh about it I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it Money and drugs, I'm talkin' Math and Science Skinny tires - on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body Make sure he dead before we leave my nigga grab his wallet I got the hook up on them rocket launchers Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I told Obama fuck with me, you know I got it Slim, you need to fuck with me you know I got it I know somebody that know somebody Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin' It's agonizing but it's gratifying Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed it just take a head nod Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline You ain't got no hitters in your squad I could get you killed, that's my real day job I'mma crime of passion, I'mma fuckin' hate crime Spit like I ate bombs Eminem on 8 mile I'm a motherfuckin' man Scarface, face-mob Pockets lookin' like the Blob Chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherfuckin' egg till I see egg nog My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? Cause we gone throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time That's that James Brown, that's that James Bond We catch a body and we laugh about it It's catastrophic but we glamorize it It's agonizin', but it's gratifyin' Skinny tires - on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me Triple A, astronomic and atomic Tunechi, and it's that Sorry 4 The Wait And I'm so sorry for the wait
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