FuckWitMeUKnowIGotIt Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat T.I.)
Mixtape: Dedication 5
Year: 2013

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[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo’ head, I don’t do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work
I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me, and I don’t like to cuss in church
And my girl pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s
I mean that, believe that
Don’t be short with that work nigga
We find out where your hoe work nigga
We follow you moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo’ pride like a thirst quencher
Get ’em Tune
I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all y’all niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling backwards
Check ya rear view mirror and ya side mirrors
OG Kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo’ mind right, I got 2 choppas that’s chopsticks
Eat yo’ block up like shrimp fried rice, been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice, better stay in your lane and get sideswiped
It’s going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still can’t turn a hoe into a housewife
Man it’s like some things will never change
You ain’t got a shot in a gun range
These chumps ain’t even got chump change
Uh yeah, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m gotti
Yeah, check yourself before I sign it
Yeah, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon
Yeah, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new bitch is so provided
Money talks, yours like: “no comment”
Black car, racial profilin’
Rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like the Mojave
I get my work from Rico Suave
Uh, it’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand
If you ever see me broke, write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone
Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone
Yeah, I’m ’bout to buy a machine gun
We drink it all, leave clean cups
Make mountains look like speed bumps
I’m sittin’ on some train tracks, hopin’ that bitch speed up
I’m StrongARM and these niggas roll my sleeves up, yeah
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room full of flat lines, I’m Tunechi Li, immortal
My name ringin’, my name ringin’, hello may I take yo’ order?
I say… testarossa over testimony
Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y’all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain’t nothing free ’round here but Willy nigga
AK-47, call it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo’ syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for dinner
Dedication

[Verse 2 – T.I.]
Hey, let me introduce you niggas to America most
Every nigga around with me carry a toast
Sedated bitches like a nigga tune the low
They just be like 10 and we doin’ ’em all
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin’ over the boat
I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you nigga make a year, I could do with the blow
You keep on playin’ with me, bet I’ll put a few in you hoe
The fake of a fuck-nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with Tune and me
Hustle Gang bang green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, they down with us
I got a bitch who want yo’ bitch, you finna get a hoe up
And don’t bullshit, shorty listen you don’t really know us
We will bust a nigga head, leave him layin’ for dead
I get caught with a banger, I’mma lay in the Feds
In gen pop nigga, every day in the Feds
I was chillin’ on the yard, really going hard
And these pussy niggas catchin’ feelings over broads
King pussy nigga, but I’m really like a God
A-Town nigga, bank head I’m ’bout it
Everybody know not to fuck with me cause I got it

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