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lil wayne – ridin’ كلمات اغاني

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[hook]
and i’m ridin’ wit a body on the shotty
stretch a n-gga out like pilates
catch a n-gga outside his hidey
sn-tch all the honey from your honey comb, now the bees keep flyin’ by me
i’m on that piff that pody
that sh-t, smokin’ like vladi, spendin’ dough from the 90’s
shinin’, p-90, in the liming
i’m timing, don’t time me mu’f-cka

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i’m a, young -ss piranha
don’t get caught in that water cause i’m waitin’ for a drowner
and on the corner i got packs on the counter
before ya b-tch leave i make young mob count em
tryin’ to get a dollar i could turn into a thousand
i’m so determined its a economic problem, drama
that’s why i carry the llama
ready at any given day to bury my honor
love weed so much i tried to marry juana
so p-ss the pastrami and asparagus mama, i’m watchin’
cause in my area
if you got bread you better break it off share in here
i got his ankles, and his stereo
cause i could get a cool buck fifty for that and the body yo, that’s hollygrove
it’s hollygrove til i adios
i gotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah

[hook]

[verse 2: lil wayne]
hot boy wayne
since the beginning i’ve been in and out of some sh-t
thinnin’ out the thick
living out the script, for the role that was chosen
but i don’t want an award, i’m tryin’ to afford
back to the road in a honda accord
the whole right side slam down with that braw
a city supply the city get high, like
if i was clear i woulda touched claudette
i’m so fresh, like s-x in the sheets
but i’m from the dirty dirty, like s-x on the beach
the checks on my nikes they match my carneesh
the b-tton up shirt match my b-tton seats
the ak-47 match my f-ckin’ heat
watch your f-ckin’ feet cause i’m hot in the streets
a quarter thing is how i got in the streets
i had money ever since that week, young weezy!

[hook]

[verse 3: lil wayne]
17 gangsta, hollygrove solider
got a lil money, got a lot more colder
my top don’t roll up, it fold up
my money don’t fold up, it build up
you n-ggas ain’t fly, get your gear up
copped my b-tch the mark jacob boots, and the ear m-ffs
got her lookin’ like kamora or somethin
brought kamora to the south now kamora stuntin’
yeah we big business pimpin’, chyea
walkin’ wit a limp, talkin’ with a slur
barkin’ at ya’ b-tch, bet her p-ssy cat purr
she all on mine, she ain’t lookin’ at yours
and if a man trip he get the blit bla blat blurr
credit wayne for bringin’ the hood back first, chyea……..chyea
credit wayne for bringin’ the hood back first! chyea

[hook]

[outro]
muhhhh f-kka wizzle!

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