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    Lil' Wayne Who Wanna текст песни

    Who Wanna

    Somebody call the slick police
    Capitol W
    Weezy Baby
    This is the Carter man
    Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go!
    Raj ya bangin ‘em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin ‘em in the..
    Raj I say ya bangin ‘em in the head wit this one cut!
    Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch
    Weezy say guard ya neck bitch
    Weezy Baby this is the Carter

    I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter
    From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one
    You do the math it’s a horror
    While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one
    Bricks I loft ‘em catch him he hot
    If I catch you without my scratch I’m stretchin ya out
    If you catch me without the burna burn me
    I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass
    I’m dyin of doom I say I’m sick with cash
    These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass
    You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon
    You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass
    Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass
    Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass
    Smash on ya bitch ass
    Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye!

    [Chorus - 2X]
    Who wanna fuck wit me tell ‘em I’m waitin for ‘em
    Who wanna fuck wit me tell ‘em I’m waitin for ‘em
    Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for ‘em
    Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw!

    Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I’ll sell a brick out ya house
    I’ll sell a brick to a house nigga
    I’ll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose
    Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce
    Lights off young Teddy Pender is out
    Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown
    I wasnt born with no silver spoon
    But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon
    Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me
    But if ya don’t gimmie no tune the semi go boom
    But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom
    I’m try to make moves but they gimmie no room
    I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space
    She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace
    I was once lost but now I’m found
    Full of them pounds is how I’m found Aye!

    [Chorus - 2X]

    Oh! Oh! Bang ‘em in da head Whoa!
    Oh! Oh! Bang ‘em in da face Whoa!
    Oh! Oh! Bang ‘em in da neck Whoa!
    Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go!

    I know how to cook so I buy it soft
    I also sell it soft depending the cost
    You know thats shells they toss defending they boss
    They wipes ‘em well across ya dentures like floss
    You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far
    Ya’ll niggaz better gear up for the comin of the boy
    From a young’n to a boy to young boy boy
    I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys
    Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump
    Baby what have I done I created a monster
    Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster
    Hell naw I smell ya’ll
    Didnt know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
    And the block still a hell zone
    Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!

    [Chorus - 2X]

    Bang ‘em in da head whoa!
    Bang ‘em in da face whoa!
    Bang ‘em in da neck whoa!
    Rim low all I can see is the flow now let’s go

    Bang ‘em in da head whoa!
    Bang ‘em in da face whoa!
    Bang ‘em in da neck whoa!
    Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let’s go



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