John - Lil Wayne,Rick Ross
Fo' fo' bulldog' my muthaf-cking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch
I'm f-cking her good' she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy' mouth and ass' call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy' I'ma starve her to death
Top down' it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet
You f-ck with me wrong' I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long' I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address' huh
I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today' remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis' I'm talking all brown linen' huh
Big black n-gga' and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe' bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high' swish
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch' boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected' got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today' remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis' I'm talking all brown linen' huh
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther' bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's' Red Sox
I get money to kill time' dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P-ssy n-ggas sweet' you n-ggas center bun
I'm in a red bitch' she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain' I don't need a piece
That banana clip' let Chiquita speak
Dark shades' Eazy E
Five letters' YMCMB
Bitch ass n-gga' p-ssy ass n-gga
I see ya looking' what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules' kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB' double M' we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall' Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion' pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch' than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma' only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh' hop out like I'm santa claus
N-ggas gather round' got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays' muthaf-ck huddle up
I'm not a star' somebody lied' I got a chopper in the car
Yeah
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