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Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne

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Verse 1
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Just saw an alien saucer ap
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proaching from the sky
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Radio contact has been attempted
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but cannot be established
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Instructions are to prepare for an
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attack by an un known enemy
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Huh
Verse 2
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Yeah
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Huh
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Uh
Verse 3
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.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
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I point it at you and tell that motherfucker,
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"Fetch"
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I'm fuckin' her good,
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she got her legs on my neck
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I get pussy, mouth and ass,
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call that bitch triple threat
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When I was in jail,
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she let me call her collect
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But if she get greedy,
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I'ma starve her to death
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Top down, it's upset
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Been fucking the world and nigga,
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I ain't come yet
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You fuck with me wrong,
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I knock your head off your neck
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The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
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The guns are drawn and I
ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch
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I pay these niggas with a reality check
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Prepare for the worst but
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still praying for the be st
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This game is a bitch, I got my
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hand up her dress
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The money don't sleep,
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so Weezy can't rest
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An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
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I'm not a star, somebody
Verse 4
lied
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I got a chopper in the car (huh)
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I got a chopper in the car (huh)
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I got a chopper in the car
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Yeah, load up the choppers
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like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them
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niggas where it hurts
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If I die today,
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remember me like John Lennon
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Buried in Louis,
I'm talking all brown linen, huh
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Big black nigga
Verse 5
and an icy watch
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Shoes on the coupe,
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that got a Nike shop
Count the profits,
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you could bring 'em in a Nike box
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Grindin' in my Jordans, kick them off,
they might be hot (huh)
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Swish, I'm swimmin' in a
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yellow bitch (boss)
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In the red 911,
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lookin' devilish (haha)
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Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
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down (huh)
Thought it was bulletproof 'til
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he got hit the fifth time
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Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
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Make it come back even harder
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than before (yeah)
Baby, I'm the only one that
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paid your car note (Rozay)
Well connected,
got killers off in Chicago (huh)
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I'm not a star, somebody
Verse 6
lied
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I got a chopper in the car (huh)
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I got a chopper in the car (huh)
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I got a chopper in the car
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Yeah, load up the choppers
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like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them
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niggas where it hurts
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If I die today,
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remember me like John Lennon
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Buried in Louis,
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I'm talking all brown linen, huh
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Talk stupid,
Verse 7
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get your head popped
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I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
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Big B's, Red Sox
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I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You're fucking with a nigga
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who don't give a fuck
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Empty the clip, then roll the window up
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Pussy niggas sweet,
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you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch,
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she say she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain,
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I don't need a piece
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That banana clip,
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let Chiquita speak
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Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B
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Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch ass nigga,
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pussy ass nigga
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I see you lookin' with your lookin' ass,
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nigga
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You know the rules,
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kill 'em all and keep moving
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If I die today, it'd be a holiday, huh
Verse 8
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I'm not a star, somebody lied
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I got a chopper in the car,
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so don't make it come alive (yeah)
Rip your ass apart,
then I pull myself together
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Y-M-C-M-B, Double M, M, M, M, M,
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we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet,
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the more that bitch gon' bang
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Red on the wall,
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Basquiat when I paint (yeah)
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Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
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My first home invasion,
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papi gave me forty bricks
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Son of a bitch,
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then I made a great escape
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Ain't it funny? Mama only
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son be baking cakes
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Pull up in the sleigh,
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hop out like I'm Santa Claus
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Niggas gather around, got gifts for each
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and all of y'all (haha)
Take it home and let it bubble,
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that's the double up (yeah)
If you get in trouble,
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that just mean you fuckin' up (nigga)
It's a cold world,
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I need a bird to cuddle up (yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up
Verse 9
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I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

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