Fuck dat shit this the south side, got a fat dick wit yo mouth wide
im from da take outside, nah do it right here
How bout later owning on everybody's home you fuckin with
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold d's four tires on the whip
Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip
Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil
The pot or kettle, or
The metal let 'em burn like usher but worster , or
If there's any beef I come RON like Mercer, uh
Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherburt
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup
And in the tires little package is gone
Might its been a GOODYEAR with these FIRESTONES
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
I got vikatins, valiums I ain't stopping
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin
And that's how we rocking
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping
Yeah skip when you hear that click
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
weezy baby!
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Thanks to (marcus gordon) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 12, 2008

Thanks to (mikey) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 29, 2008