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    Lil' Wayne On My Own текст песни

    On My Own

    Yea hit me wit the snares Fresh
    Just the snares fresh
    I like the snares Fresh
    Ima ride the snares all the way throught this thing right here man
    Im sexy Weezy baby
    Test once again what up
    This is what they call me bitch

    Eagle Eagle Carter Man
    In a 96 Regal contraband
    On my way to the east to the laundramat
    Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
    Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast
    I gotta do somethin I done blown my last
    Dollar holla at ya boy on the ave
    And that cheaper eagle is what im known to have
    Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask
    And make it halloween and take all ya bags
    I say Holly Holly Grove wount you gon on and stash
    Fuck it make these mutha fuckas understand
    I say look coach ya pitchin at me underhand
    But im a designated hitter I adjust so fast
    Yall been designin woman im a womans man
    Im the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band and
    They say they want the drugs to stop
    But Ima major set back when my album drop
    I got that wet crack flow out ya mammy’s pot
    I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy’s spot
    Im tryna get back door I demand it now
    Yea panic now you better pan it down
    Fore the neighbors sen me over here tearin it down
    Here’s Weezy F. Baby and his crown,
    The Prince

    Hook 2X
    This is my town my home
    This is my crown my throne
    This is me on my own
    Let’s get it on

    And the handgun is so included
    Dont get it confused I want no confusion
    And keep ya hoe I dont want yo contusions
    I make my hoe stop and let the dough keep movin
    A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
    It Money Over Bitches that im gon keep provin
    Yes its Weezy F. I got ya mama groovin
    Out of all the Hot Boys she say im the coolest
    I bought my bag of oranges this time to juice it
    This game is a bitch and im tryna seduce it
    I floss a awful lot of haters tryna reduce it
    But the laser on the 45 is eyein ya stupid (oh)
    One shot to remind ya who is
    That fly lil nigga thats behind the trigga (wizzle)
    Im off chronic combined wit liqour
    But nigga will never see me like mama tigger (oh)
    A 80′s baby a fightin nigga
    I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
    Im somethin ya culpepper like a viking slick
    See me over the viking stove and im whitin bricks
    Or in the middle of the shootout untightin clips
    Pop another one shoot back while lightin this spliff
    I do this
    You catchin my drift
    Representin wit my section on my belly and shit
    I am the prince


    So roll the carpet out
    Cause you fuckin wit a nigga from the royal south
    See ya either in or ya out
    And if ya out stay in cause them warriors out
    Them vultures the cops and them lawyers out
    I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out
    Nah nigga I never call ya house
    Im probably somewhere takin Toya out
    Not answerin my phone man ignorin ya spouse
    She leavin messages about me enjoyin her mouth (aye)(stop)
    Im ready to knock a boy in the mouth
    Give me the name nah better yet point em out (aye)
    Me and the streets got a joint account
    Im from the streets that ya need to be warned about
    New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth
    And we tote a lot of iron that’ll flatten ya out
    Few roaches but never have no rats in his house
    Never tell on one another leave that in the house
    Always been a small hustler move my packagin out
    I ever run into some trouble send them savages out
    These niggas talkin sweet I get them cavaties out
    I got graveyard flyers man im passin em out (aye)
    Bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now
    I am the Prince

    This is my town my home (yea)
    This is my crown my throne (the prince)
    This is me on my own (the prince)
    Let’s get it on (the prince)

    This is my town my home (the prince)
    This is my crown my throne (weezy)
    This is me on my own (by my self so niggas guess what)
    Let’s get it on

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