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weezy's lighter flick - backwood jones lyrics

[hook]
i don’t need no patience
trying to get rich in a day
why you so frustrated?
maybe it’s too late. i’m not waiting
i don’t need no patience
trying to get rich in a day
why you so frustrated?
maybe it’s too late. i’m not waiting

[verse 1: yp]
back in this b*tch like i’m returning something
lot of you n*ggas be talkin’ so much
man you police, you must be a co or some
cappin’ done became a sport
and you n*ggas been lying, you must be a leo or some
i’m in the field like a eagle
i’m catching these plays like my name is to or some
sharp like i’m threading a needle or some
we trap every night, man wе keep this sh*t jumpin’
i cannot f*ck with these b*tches, thеy all for the game
we pass ‘em like teammates or some
lil n*ggas talkin’ too much, man they must have went crazy
b*tch, check your demeanor or some
he must be off of the meds
he’s losing control, he must’ve been weaning or some
[hook]
i don’t need no patience
trying to get rich in a day
why you so frustrated?
maybe it’s too late. i’m not waiting
i don’t need no patience
trying to get rich in a day
why you so frustrated?
maybe it’s too late. i’m not waiting

[verse 2: yp]
rolls*royce cullinan truck sitting in front of the trap
whole lot of motion over here
so we keep some sticks in the back
oh yeah
she wants emilio pucci, and i want to hit from the back
oh yeah
lil mama p*ssy so good
but i cannot get to attached, uh
b*tch, it’s the mafia
dream team, man ain’t n0body stopping us
i cannot save her, i’m not from metropolis
i’m kickin’ pimpin’, ain’t nothing to drop a b*tch
n*gga, my game is so tight, i should give me a ring
i might change my name to popovich
i’m in that pot when i’m whippin’
the budget got cleared
i might just go sign betty crocker, b*tch, uh
no cap, no kizzy
she wanna get f*cked with the glizzy
hold on, let me get the extension
she wanna bring in a friend
and when we get done, she gon’ whip up some sh*t in the kitchen
been in the game so long, this rap sh*t a job
i need me a motherf*cking pension
you know the hustle is grand
you cannot spell hustle without even mentioning my city
(you cannot spell hustle without even mentioning my city)
[verse 3: yp]
you cannot give me an inch of a motherf*cking lead
if i get it, i’m stretching it, mane
cherries come on, put my foot on the gas
this a z06 ‘vette, ain’t no catching me, mane
we droppin’ hit after hit after hit
when the m&ms come, i’m selling it, mane
‘til then, i’m back to the block
put that sticky icky in a bag and i’m mailing it, mane
i kick the p like a n*gga play soccer, b*tch
i’m not the one to play with, not a bop it, b*tch
i got some real zs down the road
if you get to playin, then we gon’ be choppin’, b*tch
i got some real ps in my section
we throw the money up, and you better drop it, b*tch
they cannot f*ck with the kid
i’m giving ‘em line after line, after line
like i’m bobby, b*tch
birds of a feather, we flocking together
we come around, and we gon sh*t on these b*tches
i’ma keep popping my sh*t
i’m a keep this sh*t rolling
this how i’ma be when i’m 60
i got her up at the studio, giving me head
that sh*t be so good when she twisted
i cannot fumble the bag
i need all the cheese, the cheddar, and all of the biscuits
[hook]
i don’t need no patience
trying to get rich in a day
why you so frustrated?
maybe it’s too late. i’m not waiting
i don’t need no patience
trying to get rich in a day
why you so frustrated?
maybe it’s too late. i’m not waiting

- backwood jones lyrics

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