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Lil Wayne

Dipset 2

 

Dipset 2

(album: Da Drought 3 - 2007)


Kush, good kush, yup
Weezy, dip dip, Wayne set set
And I grip Tecs, leave 'em water bed wet
And I know just where to put these hollow tips
His chest, his chest, his chest

Yea, ayo, I take on a gang of gangs, anything, animal, orangutans
Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes, when I make it rain
I got a whole collection, I got a dope connection
I got a coke connection, I got a dough infection
No homo, my flow is as hard as an erection
So that's why it's "fuck the world" with protection
Haha, pay attention to the lecture
My words carry life, like a stretcher
Yeah, you know young Wayne in here
Smelling teen spirit, like Kurt Cobain was here
Yeah, yeah, we got them thangs in here
And we will bang in here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the bank is here Lincolns here
Grants is here, Jacksons here, Franklins here, them dead motherfuckers
And the drank is here, dank is here, stank in here
Gangsters here, wanksters fear... that red motherfucker
And my city hot, ride with the itchy cock
Coupe with the titties pop, motherfuck a city cop
And I got the hater like, when will he stop?
Maybe a minute after never, set your clocks
I'm a nut case, Uptown my birthplace
They feel me coming like the weekend on Thursday
We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet
I hope you boys ready, because I'm jet set
And when I come up in the building, you already know bitch wet
Bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck now
Hahaha

Yes, um, gloves, draws, socks, tees
All made by Ralph Lauren
No shades, just my eyeballs watching them
Tattoos on top of them
Igloos for watches and champagne for breakfast
And sports car for lunch and pussy for dinner
I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner
Yeah, ask the paparazzi, I'm in the Maserati
Riding shotty, bad bitch, Clyde and Bonnie
I call her Kami, that short for kamikaze
She call me Daddy, and never short with Daddy money
It's Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey
I'm never broke, never have a cast on me
Always paid, always got cash on me
I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry
I'mma Phantom-hauler, a shooter, not a brawler
And your girlfriend's a determined Carter caller
Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch
I put her on the corner shit, I let her make a porno flick
She will play the role again, whenever she roll again
Pop a pill, then roll again, now we're on the road again
Yeah, I work her, work her, tell her be my slave
Bitch I'm paid, out my cage, I just Can't Feel My Face
With Santana, we well riders, like Al Qaeda
Supreme Da Da, Young Moolah, Bird Junior
Yeah ha

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