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Artist: Lil Wayne
Song: Miss Me (Acapella)
Concert: HSBC Arena, Buffalo, New York
Tour: I Am Still Music
Year: 2011
[Lil Wayne]:
Ewww sh**, motherf**ker Godd*mn!!
Kickin' b*tches out the condo like Pam!
Gettin' money everyday I'm a ground hog.
'Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball.
I walk light, so I don't piss the ground off.
Man I swear my b*tches do it 'til they suck the brown off.
Eww, that's nasty, yes I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic.
James Bond cologne, hunny I put on.
Make ‘em run and tell they friends like a marathon.
Voice baritone, haters carry on.
Beat the p*ssy up, call me Larry Holmes.
Young Money’s Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone.
When she masturbate to me, that’s how she learn every song.
To the women I condone, that wrote while I was gone.
No I’m not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack bone.
Uhh, I’m a love machine, and I won’t work for nobody but you.
It’s only me and her cause the Bugatti a Coupe.
(It’s blood gang slime, but I party with Snoop).
You don’t need signs for proof.
Turn you to a vegetable like you lying in soup.
And when I’m in the booth, b*tch the lion is loose.
Man I got so many styles, I am a group aha.
Yeah, I was gone 'til November.
I was never trippin' I know Drizzy's gon' kill em'.
Sticking to the script like lint on denim.
I’mma say it if the rules ain’t bent don’t bend ‘em.
Real n*gga talking, shut the f**k up hoe.
Gotta do it one time for Japan, what up Zoe?
Weezy F Baby and the F is for Front do’.
Cause that’s where I bring it.
Soo woo if you bangin’ motherf*cka!
Song: Miss Me (Acapella)
Concert: HSBC Arena, Buffalo, New York
Tour: I Am Still Music
Year: 2011
[Lil Wayne]:
Ewww sh**, motherf**ker Godd*mn!!
Kickin' b*tches out the condo like Pam!
Gettin' money everyday I'm a ground hog.
'Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball.
I walk light, so I don't piss the ground off.
Man I swear my b*tches do it 'til they suck the brown off.
Eww, that's nasty, yes I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic.
James Bond cologne, hunny I put on.
Make ‘em run and tell they friends like a marathon.
Voice baritone, haters carry on.
Beat the p*ssy up, call me Larry Holmes.
Young Money’s Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone.
When she masturbate to me, that’s how she learn every song.
To the women I condone, that wrote while I was gone.
No I’m not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack bone.
Uhh, I’m a love machine, and I won’t work for nobody but you.
It’s only me and her cause the Bugatti a Coupe.
(It’s blood gang slime, but I party with Snoop).
You don’t need signs for proof.
Turn you to a vegetable like you lying in soup.
And when I’m in the booth, b*tch the lion is loose.
Man I got so many styles, I am a group aha.
Yeah, I was gone 'til November.
I was never trippin' I know Drizzy's gon' kill em'.
Sticking to the script like lint on denim.
I’mma say it if the rules ain’t bent don’t bend ‘em.
Real n*gga talking, shut the f**k up hoe.
Gotta do it one time for Japan, what up Zoe?
Weezy F Baby and the F is for Front do’.
Cause that’s where I bring it.
Soo woo if you bangin’ motherf*cka!
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