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inkredible - lil wayne lyrics

[verse 1: thugga]
i pop some percocets
then i pop some xanax
sitting back strapped, c-cked
plotting on your man next
jack a n-gga for his work
then stretch it like some spandex
he hesitate, i spray and leave him
like a tampex – oops, i meant a tampax
b-tch, i keep that anthrax
i can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs
shoot off your sedan lac
n-gga, i demand stacks
i ain’t playing black
b-tch, i be spraying macks
all type of guns with accessories
i’m like cosby for the bills
i need mills like stephanie
p-ssy n-ggas can’t stand next to me
i’ve got dope and ecstasy
keep em floating like both of the levees breached
eighties baby but my soul from the seventies
worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas
n-ggas ain’t og, scary lil b-tch, please
put your p-ssy in the pan, friskies

[verse 2: raw dizzy]
i got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
now these n-ggas kissing -ss, but they can’t say sh-t
i’m just here to separate
the real from the fake sh-t
i told you, i was coming in
i’m sorry for the wait
i gotta get this money man
it’s right here in my face
i got the devil on my back
i don’t wanna be up in that place
my grandmom tell me to be safe
i just keep running in these streets
i can’t stop f-cking with these hoes
when i say i’m just doing me
b-tch, i’m a ninth ward n-gga
mason street, d & g
that florida right by the d
need to free my n-gga b
i ain’t the type of person to be
running from no beef, those f-cking guns
are gonna be bursting, knock somebody
off their feet
so watch your f-cking mouth
before you end up on that floor and stop
acting like you’re hard cause
you know you’ve been a ho
i told you out the gate i’m not the fake
i gotta say, please excuse
almost forgot man, i’m raw dizzy by the way

[verse 3: flow]
money over b-tches, b-tch i’m coming for the check
vampire living, b-tch i’m coming for your neck
raw, i’m sharp, my swagger like an x
i’m a motherf-cking monster, i rap like i’m possessed
call me mr. still smoking, smoke it in a paper
the game is a b-tch, hold that down and rape her
yes i am a blood but i be riding with my skaters
we probably smoking flavors bumping tyler the creator
i’m an eastside native, all my n-ggas soo woop’n
they went brazy when they heard i had a song with lil tunechi
b-tch, get some ice and pour my sprite
and light my bong and my doobies
f-ck your producer, i’m the one who be
producing my music
i’m a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
c-ck the semi
drop you like an otterbox
they sleeping on me like i’m rapping with a blanket
k!ll a n-gga, have him thinking that he planking

[verse 4 : lil wayne]
all-red plaid shirt, skinny -ss jeans on
them goons at your front door, choppers out: “ding dong
didn’t i change the game and put my motherf-cking team on
now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone
f-ck you ho–ss n-ggas, i get money and get over hoes
we hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed
looking for a b-tch to hop up on my totem pole
and my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed oreos
i get loaded til i motherf-cking overload
been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes
ask them b-tches, i told em hoes
they back it up like sonny drive in bronx tale, calogero
lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
pull them hammers out and run them n-gga’s like stockings
got some n-ggas from my city
thugga, dizzy, flow
sorry for the wait, coming soon, carter iv, beyotch

- lil wayne lyrics

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