Ether Freestyle lyrics

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Gudda Gudda


[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2Pac]
Haters, n*gga, Heh
Sqad Up, n*gga
(f*ck Jay-Z), nah my n*gga, I f*cks wit' Jay-Z
Sorry (Mmm hm), Know I'm sayin'
(f*ck Jay-Z), No no no, I f*cks wit' the homie, man, sorry
(f*ck Jay-Z), No
Yeah we 'bout to Sqad this thing out, baby
Is y'all ready to sqad wit' me, then throw yo guns in the air muhf*cka
If you ain't got a gun get the f*ck up outta here muhf*cka
'Cause we gon' bust it in ya head muhf*cka
We here muhf*cka, yeah, this is the sqad right here, dawg and no the rhyme didn't even start yet
Baitch
But here we go, come on Wayne, look

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I, young money boy Lil' Weezy hold it for A and Eagle
Cash Money cross the belly, Cash Money Makaveli
We get that fetti fellas, we bump that Roc-a-fella
We got it pumpin' holla back we crack rocafellas
n*gga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas
I got that brown boy or that white Consuela
Fee this sh*t over, I got us that's a promise
Let's go cop two new Rovers, drop it on Magic Johnsons
That's 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules
500 up in ya tummy, can you stomach dude
S Q my young'n crew we paid our f*ckin' dues
That's why yo b*tch is over here suckin' and f*ckin' dudes
Y'all n*ggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude
This sh*t too hot to relax b*tch don't get comfortable
I f*ck with super Sammy Blanco and f*ck the bull
Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin' full
What are you f*ckin crazy come on its Weezy baby
No for real b*tch its Weezy baby
Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne
The sickest sh*t to hit since anthrax came
I leave you with a Tampax frame all bloody
Just stand back man y'all don't want it
But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang
My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang
My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly
Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money
I got that um all good if its no crack money
I got that, he's all good, he don't need to show that money
I blow that money cause I know that money
Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money
If that b*tch on 21's then you know that's money
I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somethin'
You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude
Thats that Weezy the sh*t that make your soul burn slow, f*ck ya
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
f*ck ya
S-Q-A-D Holla at ya boy
They can't f*ck wit' me man
I don't, dawg, I don't see 'em f*ckin wit ya n*gga right here, ya know what I'm sayin
Call me the throwback young'n, b*tch every time you see me I'm in the 70's hoe
You don't know if it's a jersey or the pimp game b*tch
Or it might just be the sh*t I got in my back pocket, you know what I'm sayin'?
In the balloon or the silver pack, what you how you want it n*gga? Huh? How you want it dawg?
It's whatever we got it n*gga from 64's to Bentleys, to Porsches n*gga to the, to the, to the f*ckin G-Wag
You don't see a G-Wag in the city unless it Weezy, and that white lady but we don't know her, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's how we doin' it dawg
This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin' it down for the N.O
And when you come past here you entering my home n*gga
I, I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 n*gga but I run the East Man
You know what I'm sayin', so, so when you get to sheps think of Weezy man
Know you steppin' into Weezy territory, you more than welcome to come holla at me man
I got whatever you need, holla at ya people man
Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg, hm
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