Still Got That Rock - Lil Wayne
N_gga I be hard on a ho cause a b_tch ain't sh_t
And every ho I done f_cked done s_cked my d_ck
I had to pour out some drank for n_ggas I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss
It's Dedication 5, medication high
I got to clean up after these n_ggas cause they be wasting time
And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line
I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines
It's Tunechi
I go hard, I put in work
Twin clocks, the gift and the curse
Dirty money, no footprints in dirt
We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds
I swear, play with these n_ggas that's that sh_t I don't do
As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food
I got the power but a short fuse, let's go
I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds
You know snitches get stitches n_gga needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg
Alright f_cking right, shoot you up at the light
Straight take all yo possessions, call that sh_t poltergeist
And my homie he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes
I call my b_tch Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script
Your b_tch leaking information, I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie, tell that n_gga it's his
I feel like he-man when I'm in your ho
You tell that b_tch give me my space like a telescope
In her throat like the cola, my system solar
I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra
Watch that n_gga, let's go
Boy my b_tches got b_tches badder than your b_tches
But I can't trust none of them b_tches though, like magicians
Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper I'mma smack a n_gga
No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know
Shorty make that d_ck stand up like it's telling jokes
I swear to god, I put in work
I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert
I spit these bars, this a universe
You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke
I'm telling you, shot out Turk, it's Hot Boys, b_tch the block is hot
If I ain't have the keys to success, I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea sh_t don't stop until my f_cking casket drop
Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock
Tunechi
Dedication 5, what up five
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