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Hello muthafucker, Hey, hi how ya doin’?
It’s Weezy F Baby, come to take a shit and urine
On the toilet bowl bitches, pussy ass niggas
Stompin’ on this beat like a mutherfuckin’ sigma
Bad to the brissle, hat to the rizzle
I’m so official all I need is a whistle
Bitch named Crystal, let her suck my pistol
She opened up her mouth and then I blew her brains out
You ain’t met a nigga like me, you probably never will
Riders rollin’ with me like 11 wheels
Find out where you living kill you in the kitchen
The feds tryna clip us, but we ain’t even trippin’
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
Bitch I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
Haha, fuck fuckin these bitches
I put on a rubber when i fucking mean business
Punch a king vision, I see straight through em
Fuck how i did em, watch out bout to do em
Imma drag him from the river, dump his body in the lake
Let the bullets from the K, throw a party in your face, Yeah
DJ Extra Clip, so GO DJ
I will kill you on your B-DAY
Have a bitch with twin glocs, jump out your cake
Tell em murk em and don’t forget about your safe
We ain’t even walkin we runnin this shit
Like a toilet in a bank i want my money and shit
And i call cocaine like my Columbian bitch
And my Columbian bitch like my Columbian bitch
Get it? got it? good im gone
Boy where you goin, you know where i’m goin
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
Bitch I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
My style, My style, is second to none,
So you got to put me on, like a needle apple bum
A Tribe called Quest, a guy called the best
Never lie for a less, cause i stand for more
Young me, I Get it in, yes
I get to the endz like I-N-N
And yall sweet like hotels
And ya may be fly but i propel
I Pro-file, gun no smile
Warn your child, warn your spouse
And i would keep goin in but the song goin out
Peace
Corrections?
It’s Weezy F Baby, come to take a shit and urine
On the toilet bowl bitches, pussy ass niggas
Stompin’ on this beat like a mutherfuckin’ sigma
Bad to the brissle, hat to the rizzle
I’m so official all I need is a whistle
Bitch named Crystal, let her suck my pistol
She opened up her mouth and then I blew her brains out
You ain’t met a nigga like me, you probably never will
Riders rollin’ with me like 11 wheels
Find out where you living kill you in the kitchen
The feds tryna clip us, but we ain’t even trippin’
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
Bitch I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
Haha, fuck fuckin these bitches
I put on a rubber when i fucking mean business
Punch a king vision, I see straight through em
Fuck how i did em, watch out bout to do em
Imma drag him from the river, dump his body in the lake
Let the bullets from the K, throw a party in your face, Yeah
DJ Extra Clip, so GO DJ
I will kill you on your B-DAY
Have a bitch with twin glocs, jump out your cake
Tell em murk em and don’t forget about your safe
We ain’t even walkin we runnin this shit
Like a toilet in a bank i want my money and shit
And i call cocaine like my Columbian bitch
And my Columbian bitch like my Columbian bitch
Get it? got it? good im gone
Boy where you goin, you know where i’m goin
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
Bitch I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
I’m going in
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
And I’mma go hard
My style, My style, is second to none,
So you got to put me on, like a needle apple bum
A Tribe called Quest, a guy called the best
Never lie for a less, cause i stand for more
Young me, I Get it in, yes
I get to the endz like I-N-N
And yall sweet like hotels
And ya may be fly but i propel
I Pro-file, gun no smile
Warn your child, warn your spouse
And i would keep goin in but the song goin out
Peace
Corrections?
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