Theme Song lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


HS87 records taking over for the '13 and the '14 n*gga

[Hook]
Ten chains, gold rings and a mink on
This sh*t feeling like my theme song (theme song)
Yeah, it's feeling like my theme song (theme song)
I swear it's feeling

[Verse 1: Price]
Yeah I be high as a motherf*cker drinking like a b*tch
Wanna showboat? I be that one to sink a n*gga ship
Hoes screaming f*ck me like it's NSync up in this b*tch
Feeling like Frank Lucas with that mink on in this b*tch

[Verse 2: Oktane]
And now I'm walking around city like a king off in this b*tch
Coming to America like Akeem off in this b*tch
I'm repping for my area, It's IE off in this b*tch
And yeah I rap, but hoes screamin' like I sing off in this b*tch

[Verse 3: Price]
Now tell the rest T-A-T-E
I go O-Dog on a beat
I'm a menace in this streets
You n*ggas biches like Sharif
You can't stand it take a seat
This one for the streets
If you ain't talking money leave a message at the beep
[Verse 4: Oktane]
And if it's money, yeah what's happening
Talk to me, what it do?
This one for my real n*ggas, and bad b*tches too
And you dumb n*ggas hating, it's all good, it's cool
You don't like me but at least you know my name, now who is you?

[Verse 5: Price]
Now who it be? It be the boy that brought that younger (?)
Real recognise the real, and you I do not recognise
They say their team is the realest, we all know that that's a lie
All my n*ggas out here killing I hope no one testify

[Verse 6: Oktane]
And ain't no snitching b*tch, we getting it cause we on 9 to 5
HS87 B.O.W. and leave the rest to die
Broke n*ggas always talk too much and give the worst advice
Now you found out that we nice
b*tch I'm Oktane, and that's Price, I'll let him finish

[Hook: Price Tag]
Ten chains, gold rings and a mink on
This sh*t feeling like my theme song
Yeah, it's feeling like my theme song
I swear it's feeling like my theme song
Couple bad biches trying to get their drink on
Yeah, this feeling my theme song
I swear it's feeling like my theme song
So I need all the bad b*tches to go
[Verse 7: T.I.]
A hundred thousand diamonds, gold on my neck, I'mma kill these hoes
Bad b*tch in the front, bad b*tch in the back, hopping out my (?)
Rose gold Frank Bueller, di*k french in my new fur
That bad b*tch got a bad b*tch, (?) No thank you sir
We on, you want to be then dream on
Don't you know how much a gangsta n*gga need a theme song
Dime piece, I got a solid di*k for you to lean on
King sh*t, f*ck what other sucker n*ggas be on
Trap outfit in a blackout deck
I like your girl I hop out and make her come up out that
All the drama we be repping but we been about that
Shooting n*ggas in the front, f*cking b*tches out back
That's a fact

[Hook]

[Outro]
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