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lil wayne - gumbo كلمات الأغنية

[intro: lil wayne, dj drama, jamie foxx & lil jon]
yo pierre, you wanna come out here?
we been out here
gangsta, gangsta gri-zillz!
6 sh-t
quality street music! (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: lil wayne]
never ’bout a b-tch, it’s ’bout a check, my n-gga
never ’bout the b-tch, about to check my n-gga, that’s my n-gga!
make me do construction in your section, n-gga
rari’ doin’ donuts, that’s my breakfast, n-gga
okay, you got soldiers, i got veterans, n-gga
and i got that white like one direction n-gga, kesha, n-gga
only god can judge you, i must sentence you to death, my n-gga
yeah, and you are not a topic in my section, n-gga
math teacher taught me how to count my f-cking blessings, n-gga
got married to the f-cking mob when i met it, n-gga
everybody cried at my motherf-cking wedding, n-gga
everybody 5 in my motherf-cking section, n-gga
hoodybaby 6, so numbers lying in my sections, n-gga
still got them bloods, like a vessel n-gga, that’s right, n-gga
tell a blind n-gga, “watch your step, my n-gga”
left-right, n-gga, whoa, i let my n-ggas glow
my n-ggas don’t speak, “bap, bap, bap”, quote, un-quote
never had cold feet, stepping out moving snow
cut the heads off the sheep and sit ’em all around the goat
o-m-w, bmw, n-e-w
i got that r-a-w, for the l-o-w
that’s non-refundable, that’s l-a-w
and we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables
they see me in a car then they f-o-l-l-o-w
i drive s-l-o-w, with that b-l-o-w
i like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice
i’m out here yelling “f-ck a truce!”
if he gon’ act like mother goose, whoa
it’s never ’bout the kids, about the pets, my n-gga, no
it’s right between the ears, above the neck, my n-gga, whoa
it’s very quiet, when you hear the weapons, n-gga, shh
they verify you by your dental records, n-gga
6 sh-t

[verse 2: gudda gudda]
f-ck the city up, and i got the glizzy tucked (baow!)
d-ck hanging from the mop, look like a billy club
fliest n-ggas from the city, b-tch, that’s really us (geah!)
you p-ssies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really f-cked
ridin’ in the range with maine, we switch lanes (maine!)
with my bottom b-tch, walked the beach in biscayne (rrah!)
real p sh-t, that’s that m.o.b. sh-t
look at me now, these p-ssies said i wasn’t gon’ be sh-t (ah!)
yeah, got a homie named trel from hoover, he might shoot you
red rag hangin’ out my right pocket, but i’ll blues you (doot!)
when them roosters touch down
we make them b-tches c-ck-a-doodle (woo-woo!)
take a shot at me over a beat, b-tch, i’ma shoot you
got a b-tch named vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy
glock .40 in her purse, don’t tempt me, her finger itchy (ayy)
she ride so i keep her with me, she shy, but not with that glizzy
she high from hittin’ the blizzy, eyes red like trippie (trippie!)
hoody rollin’ up, that boy smoke like a hippie (hippie!)
fill my double cup up with mud, that’s right, i’m sipping
yeah, r-t-rded with it, i just might be the hardest with it
and you a rat, you be politickin’ with the sarge, lieutenant
f-ck all you b-tches! gudda!

[outro: lil wayne]
six sh-t
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- lil wayne

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