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| I'm the young god, swagga un-flawed, b***h I'm in the buildin, you in the front yard... | |
| and I are, the illest n***a Martin Luther King died for... | |
| Ive got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes, hate in my heart, love in my mind, I seen nights full of pain, days of the same, you keep the sunshine, save me the rain... | |
| How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing? Sometimes i wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king... | |
| un f****n believable, Little Wayne's the president, f*** em f*** em even if they celebrate | |
| U better keep payin me, cuz u don't want my problems, I be wildin like Capital One, 'What is in your wallet'.. | |
| Ay it's Cash Money records man a lawless game... | |
| We like to dress up all black up in my residence, ain't got on no suits, cuz we ain't tryin to be presidents... | |
| We are not the same I am a Martian... | |
| Young Money, syrup in the big shot, time to do my thing that's word to your wrist watch.... | |
| get on my level, you can't get on my level you will need a space shuttle or a ladder thats forever... | |
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| I got paper to reel in, God I hope they snappin at the end of my rod, and I hope I'm fishin in the right pond, and I hope you catchin on to every line...Who am I? (Title) | |
| Tiger Woods all these h**s try to birdie these balls... | |
| I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em, yeah its hot down here take a walk with Satan... | |
| I just do my Wayne and everytime I do it I do my thing... | |
| I'm Cash Money, Makaveli, y'all ain't ready... | |
| You see me? I eat, sleep, s**t, and talk snaps so f**k rap... | |
| Young Wayne on them h**s, a.k.a. Mr. make it rain on the h**s... | |
| As the world spin and dance in my hand, life is a beach I'm just playin in the sand... | |
| Just do it, my n***a I just did, name a m**********r deeper than me b***h dead... | |
| Look at that bastard Weezy, he's a beast he's a dog he's a m**********n problem, okay your a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?... | |
| I got summer hatin on me cuz I'm hotter than the sun, got spring hatin on me cuz I ain't never sprung, got winter hatin on me cuz I'm colder than y'all, and I will never, I will ne | |
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