When i say yeah when i say yeah
! You like it like that, dontchya baby? The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And I roar like a tiger would
the work can And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can Two shifts both stoves me and young Streets talkin' this the realest shit y'all eva done
My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit So, fool, pipe down, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit My chick
something that gotta purp' Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous I mean this shit is fucking ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit
My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop Her body won't quit So fool pipe down ye ain't talkin' 'bout shit My chick bad
trying to get a ring in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger
poetic canine You know I rep' this shit, I gots it tatted on my skin, If you fuckin' with my city, Then you fuckin' with my kin, You know I rep' this shit
(Lil' Wayne verse 1) Yeahh Uh-Huh Ummmm Uh-huh Hello Motherfucker hey hi how you dering? It's Weezy F Baby come to take a shit and urine, On these
't get no worse...." Everyday I surprise even myself Every night I sit and wonder why Everyday I want to fucking die Fuck The World Everyday the shit
', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light skinned women, biracial hateful toward themselves Denyin' even they blood I don't judge Tiger
Meet you overnight My projects thorough Tribes with Made Men, now you know No matter what happened in the barium rocks God damn, country, all shit is sick Cause shit
all that cold shit, blowin' in ghost shit, go again lake front 92 Grand Prix red with the gold rims number 8 Jordans Here we on Maxwell Street for the Polish shit
big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, noodle shit You a
the way haters the flaps of my eye lids Ok Ok So tell tell me who the freshest of them of them all I step inside my closet and that shit look like a
the niggaz know, that you're a Heidi Hoe now bring it back brotha Eni-meeny-meeny-meeny-meeny-meeny-miney-moe Careful to catch a tiger, after you catch a tiger
to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby... Yo yo yo check it Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ting I'm writin shit
