Damn

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yea - yea - yea Its wizzle f. neph' Whats really good? whats really good? Huh ha check me out daddy Remix...im weezy muhafucka Young rich bastard .9 in my jacket Or die in a blast - y And i was born in a casket In other words i was born na die - faget Dont ask my why And the SQAD's my crown family Young Money shine like the skies of Miami - goddammit This is not nas landed No soap opera Nigga you could git scoped and popped up Gagged up - tied and roped and chopped up Its young cosa nostra - nigga mob up No hoaster - toaster leave my thighs cut No joker - 'pproch us and git cha spine tuck Dont provoke me nigga I choke the trigga Ill let nina deep throat you nigga Yea - w - stupid focus nigga Believe that - charged of my streets Ski back ahh We broke all ya streets ki' back Me young humprey both guards Of the streets heat back Weezy f. nigga - we back blocka-blocka Til ya chest - 2 shots - see ya men Homie can't squeeze back And we want alla tha ki's too be exact Of tha muhafuckn mac - we in that We in back of tha muhafucka 'Lac Gittin strapped Cut tha lights off tha park We gon get out and walk - like that nigga Then git in the whip and circle right back Nigga only guns sprayin No ones playin You die at tha hand of a guy The man of the SQAD Transport through the land With the sand in tha caaaar Muhafucka god damn who you are Im young wayne bitches hand in they panties and braaa Muhafucka god damn he tha booay And he the star Got grammies and grams in they broad [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] I walk through tha - meanest city the darkest streets I spit ta tha meanest drops - the hardest beats Ima young east new orleans beast You can't tell me shit I leave that ass where they can't smell ya prick Ya smell me prick Halla at the slim high yella dude Brim low - all i see is the flow - im a mellow dude SQ fellow Pack metal tools by the belt Bitch ya better move It ain't a game pussy You niggas lame rookies Take you and yo lame cookie Me and my gang run a train on you lame spoogie I pull that burner out Aim and squish it Now ya muhafuckin brain is gushy Call the caronan man Hall him off in the caronan van I never seen so much horror in a man Gudda Gudda nigga [Verse 3: T-Streets] Its mister, serety walk and do as he wish T - spray that pump and shoot that bitch Gun - set it off nigga blue as my wrist Platinum boys and blue can do about this You as my bitch True self - SQ is the shit Gives you too admit the same beautiful shit Pussy - lemme pinch ya pearl You soft bullets go through you and hit cha girl Damn and i ain't even try ta hit cha girl Cuz im prolly couldn't hit cha girl Damn - and its tha boy, back again Use slang in my rap And i rap is slang Strap - pap-pap at cha captain Yall better adapt ta what tha fuck is bout ta happen Make a mac Take a crap on ya napkin Now wipe that mug off ya face and quit actin you faget [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] Im a 9th ward nigga With my nuts in my hand But behind both of my ears Puttin one in tha air Gun on both sides of my ribs Feelin lucky my man Feel im bluffin complain Into one of im sprayin Lil boy im a young money man Talkn bout hundred grands in rubber brands Pullin down my fuckin pants nigga You a bitch im pullin down ya fuckn plans And yo bitch pullin down my fuckin pants nigga And iont like i despite niggas like you I got a knife on my riffle Ill snipe you then slice you So get up off tha matrix boy Fore yo mami fillin out visitation forms - man My name is known for breakin in homes Or bein in white folk crib like gre' poupon Ill take the grey in chrome - or safety on A vest can't barricade ya dome nigga [Verse 5: Raw Dizzy] Yea muhafucka its Raw Diculous Call me the god lyricist SQADera and boy pistol click Shit, im jus bargain a more genelous Talkn that talk senseless Walkn that walk - limpin with it Bitch im not arguin or slangin Im palmin that thang thangin Im bangin im bang bangin Na git - ya lil marvin Im bring bangin it I swarrow my hair balla Ya mormon and them singin Shit cuz for sure its good thinkin That alla my hood gangstas Formin that stood pacient Nah - non pretty its so ugly My city is no country You niggas dont know nothin The prices 150 or cold cuttin 40 or O halla I be at tha stove hustlin So rugged im tuckin a .4 fuzzy And duckin them fozy Comin my buddy its young money - fucka