[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Get the cash out the envelope, count it on the ironin' board
That's a body blow, he comatose
Stand over him, blaow, now he ghost
Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it's cold
Ballin' since 94, feelin' like a pot of gold
Neighborhood jump like Geronimo
My bitch pussy taste like Häagen-Dazs
Ride and die, you get buried like Manilo
Time to go, you got to go when it's your time to go
I catch you later like a common cold, down the road
I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of hoes
I rob a store, a stop n' go, I even rob the poor
My stomach hurtin', palms itchin' with a snotty nose
Comin' through your curtains, guns spittin' aimin' high and low
That's how it go, I need a fix, a nigga diagnose
I need to fix this fuckin' sickness before I explode
My momma said the streets wicked, I said ma I know
And only thing pops said was how much I owe
And cops givin' niggas tickets just for drivin' slow
They tell its the codeine, I say "how you know?"
A giant with the green, I ain't jolly though
It's YM , that's my team, nigga, vámonos
Lil Wayne - Vamonos (Remix) (Verse) | |
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