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BM J.R. lyrics

(Baby Talking)

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'

I peepin'these niggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout

money no more man, so what fuck

You know what we gon' do ha?

We gon' do what we been doin nigga

We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say fuck em'

Nigga

Keep buyin' shit

Keep fuckin hoes

Loadin up on mo' bitches

Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too nigga

I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

(Lil Wayne)

I GOT IT

I GOT IT

(Lil Wayne)

Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill.

If the elements don't murder you,

Tha rydahs will... Fa real.

And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest;

Get involved,

And I got em' playin' dodgeball wit bullets.

(YEA)I got the sawed off, fully

in the Sean John hoodie

Get fucked--ya play pussy.

(HA)We hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'

And tha body shots hurt But tha head shots took em'

DAMN!

And if tha red dot spot em'

Then tha hollow-head got em'

Knock his tops to his bottom Jack.

(Yea) Ya see we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to da bottom

At the very bottom o' da map

Louisiana--

Piranhas Every where U at.

U gotta wear a extra condom

And a extra gat.

Ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man

And niggaz in Pak-istan, Impactin' on ya man

I backwards hand...ya man on command

In fronta niggaz he cool

wit dem boyz on fan.

I'm on hot.

I adjust in different climates

Duckin' the animal people runnin wit my primmates

U ain't did it til U done it like in fives states

Weezy-hustle, No blubber, I put on weight.

And in da drought

I go on a diet and strecth more

Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks

You'nt even come up to a nigga chest part

Sub part

What tha fuck they play dat in da club for?

Real Shit

I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war

No religion, but da cops swear dat I'ma drug lord

Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord

Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord

I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da car

They ridin' up high way to Heaven boulevard.

YEAH!

Dem niggaz pussy and jive--not even in tha eye exam

They ain't lookin for I.

tha A and tha K

will make ya face crook to tha side

Now when U smilin' everbody gotta look from tha side.

Cuz when U wilin' U ain't lookin'

U jus lookin' High

And when we hungry, U look like pie

Sweet potato-ass nigga

U lemon Meringue--Apple custard

Cherry jelly--Don't make me get tha biscuit busta (YEA)

What up gizzle?

U my distant brotha

Real shit nigga

Same father--different motha's (yeah)

I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin it trill

U not know me fa nothin' otha

I'm somethin' otha

than people U feel

I'm deeper fa real

I'm deeper than skills

My speeches can kill

Rest In Peace!

(Baby talking)

Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing nigga,

If you bout money nigga come fuck with us,

if you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga

And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga

Order bitch, ya underdig

Put ya prints in nigga

Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll

(Weezy-talking)

Let me get it back

AY...AY

(Lil Wayne)

U sleep in tha field from tryin tha dude

I'll bust ya head to da meat.

Turn ya mind 2 food.

Food fa thought

THINK!

I ain't lyin' 2 U

I'll lie his body in grease

Set fire to em'

I'll tie his body in sheets

Put tha tires to em'

Make em' feel tha Escalade

Put his feet in tha blades

DAMN!

I'm tha heat in tha blaze

And niggaz keep they ways

When I'm in tha streets wit Blake.

Watch...

My nigga hungry--he'll eat tha plate

And if I ask tha homeboy

he'll eat ya face(YEA)

And tho' he got me

U can ask

I'm like a pool table

I keep tha 8! ha,ha

My side pocket--side wayz

When I'm Poppin'

leave a nigga side wayz

fa five days

Bird man talk to em'

(Baby talking)

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty

If it ain't about money get all the fuck from round us

(Weezy -talking)

Fuck dat... I'm comin' back dirty!

(Lil Wayne)

Check my swagga

I travel like sound dog

U play hard in tha gravel like ground dog

I'm under ground call me ground hog

Lay down laws call me ground law

But don't confuse me wit da law

Naw--but just confuse me wit my paw

Because I am the Birdman J-R

I ain't trippin' nigga

I play tha corner like Ripkin nigga

Wit tha 40 Cal Ripkin nigga

Rip a nigga

Flip ya vehicle

Split ya windshield

Whack ya baby mama

But I let tha kid live

And people say that I am a kid still

Cuz tha lil' nigga still ride on big wheels.

U feelin' animal then come on and get killed

They still peel bandanas like bananas

Sounds like bananas

I blow a weekend in Havana

In my cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah

Man a train couldn't stop ya man

I'm man up and U not a man

I Stand UP

say I got my land

I'm tha man of my land

Call it Lil' Weezy--ana

That's tha new plan.

[Baby talkin]

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  • Lorenda Owens 0 points

    Oh MY GOD IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM I GOT HIS PICTURES ALL OVER MY WALL HE JUST LOOK SO DAMN GOOD! AND I PUT THAT ON MY DAUGHTER HE SEXXXXXXXXXY ASS HELL!REAL TALK!!!!!!!!!!!!!WIT HIS SEXXXXXXXXXXXXY ASSSSSSSSSS

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