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    Lil' Wayne Only Way текст песни

    Only Way

    [Baby talking to Wayne]
    Ay Wayne
    I know this bullshit that I’m hearing ain’t true right
    Ya feel me
    These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
    But you know what fuck a nigga
    We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full

    [Chorus: Baby]
    The only way we get it only way we know to get it
    Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
    The only way we live it only way we know to live it
    On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga
    The only way we get it only way we know to get it
    Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga
    The way we live it is the only way we know to live it
    On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga

    [Verse 1]
    Well I’m a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me
    It ain’t coming to me so I gotta go get it
    You ain’t fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga
    There ain’t nothing to see because I’m not in yo vision
    On and I’m gone get fed up one day
    Put lead up in the K
    Come and hit up where ya stay so
    Baby momma betta get up out the way
    Cause the bullet got no heart
    And the trigger man crazy
    Little man if a bigger man jumps through
    Then I’m in the hood with the pump in the truck looking
    But if you ain’t in them cuts or on them benches
    Im a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the henges
    Yes weezy baby flow off the henges
    So off the tempo no pad or pencil
    Well let me go back to what men do
    Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22′s Bitch

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    Weezy F. Baby hand cocked
    Demand my cheese
    Fuck you pay me
    And I can’t stop
    Please, what you crazy?
    Man I’m a get it like the man on the chorus
    Got my hand on a fortune
    Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window
    Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk
    And tell the cops I murder the infoer
    Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow
    Niggaz wanna keep they breath then tell ‘em get low
    I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo
    Nigga you ain’t scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub
    With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud
    Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga!
    Its the Birdman and Birdman Jr
    And he ain’t got to his son a shoot ya blah

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    Homeboy you gotta know that avenue
    To get off a bag or two or you just passin through
    True true, and we just passed the truth
    Passin through the streets of the murder capital
    Where you think ya own brothers after you
    So you ain’t got no other brother after you
    Dont let the boys in blue capture you
    Cause they got pictures of me at it too
    Its all fucked up
    Bossman weezy get y’all touched up
    Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something
    Its cash money all or nothing
    Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday
    The congregation know I come with nothing
    But leave with everything, I ain’t come for nothing
    And the choir know I come with money
    And y’all know I’m Stunnas youngin like dat bitch

    [Chorus]



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