Testo Dedication 2 - DJ Drama feat. Lil Wayne
Testo della canzone Dedication 2 (DJ Drama feat. Lil Wayne), tratta dall'album Dedication 2
Bang bang
Alright, I think y'all ready this time
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
Y'all know what I come here for
I love you, bang bang
Call me the iPod king
I wish to shoot you down, bang bang
Call me Mr. Thanksgiving
Haha, Dedication 2: That's Right
Call me whatever the fuck you want
You all ready
Wake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem (Bang bang)
Hats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' (Bang bang)
Shiny black coupe at night, look like a
Goblin (Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
AK on the backseat, baby, it's so vibrant
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, oh)
Wake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem (Bang bang)
Hats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' (Bang bang)
Shiny black coupe at night, look like a goblin (Bang bang)
AK on the backseat, baby, it's so vibrant (Bang)
Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it
You not gettin' wet in the rain, it's not logic
She gon' give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged
Just live and direct from inside of your bitch body
And howdy ho, what do you know? I'm ridin'
In the same streets my pops died and I got 'em and
I get that money, tell my mama I'm grindin'
And I be comin' home with our future in my pocket
Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward
Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted
Sit it in a pot and watch me rise to power
Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour
Goddamn, excuse me, ma'am, but I'm the man
And you better put my money in my hands, stop playin'
Got ends, no friends, just brothers, one color
And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters
Yeah, they knew better, I'm two letters
I'm like MJ at two-three, an OG, yeah, I'm low-key
'Cause niggas and bitches is police
I Rollie, patchin' up the game slowly, I'm Weezy Baby
Gangsta Grizzilz
Haha, catch my breath
Okay
Pussy-ass, pussy-ass
Hold on, pussy-ass, pussy-ass (Get 'em)
Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas
Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas (Oh)
Them broads laugh at you
Them niggas wan' kill you
And them niggas that's with you
Could die right with you (Oh)
I be shootin' everything up in my eyesight, mister
I say I might miss you, but lil' Fee-Fee gon' hit you
And lil' Curren$y'll split you
Mack Maine'll straight flip you
Let Taskpo' shift you
Then we all forget you
I'm sittin' in the kitchen, like, "How can we all get richer?"
Got paint on my hands from paintin' the perfect picture
Then I tell lil' Josh, "Roll up the perfect Swisher"
Goddamn, the Hurricane to the weed man, we miss you
I'm the best, just listen, I am what the game been missin'
That's my nigga Juelz, I've been here since twelve
Ten shells, let 'em save themselves
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Writer(s): Izerrick Aigbokhan
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