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by

Lil Wayne


You broke n*ggas ain't counting no paper!
These n*ggas ain't getting no money!
n*gga get the f*ck away from round me partner
f*ck wrong with you n*gga?
Dusty shoes, second hand, ho f*cking ass n*gga!

SQUAD!

Aye I be turnt up!

Aye I be turn up!

I hit hard like Sam Montgomery
Kick game like I'm Brad Wing
Two in the b*tch like Elijah Thomas
Eat a rapper, no Jeffery Dahlmer

I'm from Riverdale
Grove Street, just to be exact
Now I'm on the map
Put my hood up
G's Up, B's Up
Aye Ho's down
M.O.B , Money over b*tches
Kicking game to these pus*y n*ggas
Don't f*ck wit two things, police and snitches
Smart black man
Not real religious
I'm a stack my paper, got me feeling richer
See my dog just got locked up
Just last night we was turned up
Popping bottles on a n*gga like what
Twenty-thousand in the air, pick it up
Next morning caught a plane now he locked up
God Damn God Damn my dawg that's f*cked up

See what I tell a n*gga man, you take gambles in life
Sometimes you don't know what the f*cks gonna happen 5 hours later
3 hours later, 30 minutes later, you know, this sh*t be crazy n*gga
You got to hold your head n*gga, know what I mean?
Every b*tch that look bad n*gga ain't
Gonna be good for you n*gga, skip a ho n*gga
You know I don't even ride rims
I'm factory man, I'm a regular plane jane n*gga
Get your motherf*cking head hit playing though n*gga

Uh, I'll put your di*k in the dirt (what else?)
Make your mama cry (what else?)
Put you in that black box with a suit and tie (OK!)
f*ck with Waka Flocka the whole SouthSide they gon' ride
Three, three, three hundred-fifty thousand when I drove by Aye!
Every chance I get, shawty I just turn up
Make the wrong move, Brewster he gon' burn ya
Bullets beat your chest, slap your face, Ike Turner
They like Waka really not that hard cause all he talks is murder
I'm like "Boy I Wish you try it"
Hollow tip your diet
Turn the f*cking club into a motherf*ckin' riot
Every time your baby mama see a n*gga she excited
Everything she wants and needs in this world I can buy it
Broke ass n*gga

You don't even know how it feels to have twenty racks in your hand
That ain't no money n*gga, these n*ggas talking about they hit licks for thirty racks
That ain't no motherf*ckin' lick n*gga, where I'm from n*gga a hundred racks ain't no lick
For us man, we two fifty or better around here partner
We pop sh*t, we kick sh*t, we kick it, man, SQUAD! f*ck these n*ggas man, 2 clip extendo mod for these f*ck n*ggas man
Wasted Gang n*gga we in this b*tch man, Squad

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