High Birdman & Lil Wayne
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[Intro]
Ooh-wee, T-Mix classic, daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee
Where ya at with it daddy?
Shit, please believe it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One ninty proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Uptowners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flash
Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich
Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I hit ya in ya eye, and ya bitch
I hit ya where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick
Hot Boy, baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star, what ya know about it?
It's not four, baby, unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ooh-wee, T-Mix classic, daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee
Where ya at with it daddy?
Shit, please believe it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One ninty proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Uptowners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave, found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flash
Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich
Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I hit ya in ya eye, and ya bitch
I hit ya where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick
Hot Boy, baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star, what ya know about it?
It's not four, baby, unless you're Weezy F Baby
And please say the Baby when you say it, motherfucker
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
Ridin' in my whip, late night, left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rearview
But fuck 'em 'cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby, I'm so high, hah
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