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  • Lil' Wayne »

    Lil' Wayne Carter Ii текст песни

    Carter Ii

    [Intro]
    So you made it this far, Heh
    We upstairs, I let you up here
    You special, Marley, don’t shoot
    You know what this is?
    Still The Carter 2 people [x2]
    Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people
    Hey yeah

    [Lil Wayne]
    All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
    A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems
    I’ll address them like P.O. Boxes
    Yeah I’m from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
    We so out of it, zero tolerance
    Gangsta gumbo, I’ll serve ‘em a pot of it
    I’m wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit
    Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip
    Don’t strip, you might fall and bust your ass
    No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass
    I hear ‘em but they talking under mass
    Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass
    That’s Cash Money, honey pie
    We ain’t runnin, we don’t hide screaming fuck the other side
    Don’t get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
    I’ll put your heart on it and walk on it
    The chalks only for the art homie
    How they trace ya after I erase ya
    Look around, we at war and you still in preparation
    I’m riding for them reperations, No patience
    Slow paper is better than no paper
    Fast money don’t last too long, you gotta pace it
    You gotta know that paper
    If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper
    Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments
    Feds walls with my pictures on ‘em
    Nah, I ain’t even in the school yearbook
    I don’t do too much posin, got a cool killer look
    Career crook, get your career took
    I’m back like a brizeer hook
    Bitch cheer, camoflauge gear, the hunter’s here
    Better play it by ear, you ain’t nothing but a deer
    Around here and this here is The Carter
    Serve it while it’s hot out the pot to your mama
    And Slim tell me ain’t nobody hotter
    But get your boys some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada
    I got ‘em by the collar, watch me drop ‘em
    On the head at the bottom
    You ain’t gotta shoot ‘em cause I already shot ‘em
    And I ain’t gotta get ‘em cause I already got ‘em
    Get ‘em



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