| L-I-L Wayne is sharp as nails |
| Hammer anybody that talk that ill |
| I exhale kush y'all smell |
| Thuggin' since I got out of jail |
| Anger is a fight in the mind |
| Got that white girl like Topanga, you desire, I design |
| We are all perfect strangers that are runnin' out of time |
| In the eyes of danger, grab my gun and rob ya blind |
| Rob ya blind, I been eatin' on the streets, wine and dine |
| I been under them trees like Feliz Navidad |
| Twin Glocks under the seat, that's Maria, Maria |
| Leave your body lookin' like if you're feedin' hyenas, woah |
| Actavis so sweet, tastin' like a Now and Later |
| Diamonds in my teeth, smilin' like a alligator |
| Drugs make us turtles, we fight and sleep like straight up |
| Got these bitches at my feet, but I'ma keep my head up |
| I been rockin' niggas bells, I been rockin' bitches world |
| All this weed in this blunt, I feel like I'm doing curls |
| While they all on pins and needles, I been stickin' to my word |
| That's that murder in this blunt, I feel like Ja Rule and Irv |
| I son these niggas, wear ya sunscreen, nigga |
| I swear, I ain't touched the ground since Jump Street, nigga |
| I'm a Eagle Street nigga, watch my wings swing, nigga |
| Gotta king me, nigga, ding-ding-ding, nigga |
| Bells |
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| L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell |
| Flow so hard, my bars hit like barbells |
| Bells |
| L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell |
| Murder everybody, your thot as well |
| Got the street sweeper, got the mop as well |
| My bitch a bombshell, break her out her shell |
| Like, like Taco Bell and I bring this shit straight to the opp doorbell |
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| You been waitin' and debatin' for oh-so long |
| Starvin' like Marvin, so let's get it on |
| And I'ma rep New Orleans, put my woes on the map |
| All I need is this designer to put No' on my cap |
| Oh, feds on the gang, real tough, though |
| My main bitch snappin', I ain't say, "Hut," though |
| I got the automatic soundin' like a drumroll |
| She taking off her panties, wait for me to upload |
| I'm a bad man, I'm a mass man |
| I'm her first kiss, I'm her last dance |
| I'm a hashtag, I'm a red flag |
| Got a trash bag full of dead pres' |
| Shake the bugs off, sleep the drugs off |
| Flip the judge off, rip the plug off |
| Got detectives at my house and they just found a skull |
| Any reverend you encounter tell you I'm the God |
| You see the devil, tell him that I pulled the fire alarm |
| And there won't be dryin' off from this quiet storm |
| And every single guy involved, that's who I will harm |
| Hit everything except your arms with this firearm |
| Okay, now some don't like it 'cause I do what I want |
| Plus, I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't |
| And I don't smoke bunk, I only smoke that strong |
| Eyes tight like my name Wong-Ding-Ding-Dong |
| Bitch, bells |
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| L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell |
| Flow so hard, my bars hit like barbells |
| Bells |
| L-I-L Wayne is hot as hell |
| Murder everybody, your thot as well |
| Got the street sweeper, got the mop as well |
| My bitch a bombshell, break her out her shell |
| Like, like Taco Bell and I bring this shit straight to the opp doorbell |
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