BM J.R Songtext

[Baby Talking] 

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

I peep 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 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

[Verse 1 — Lil Wayne] 

Murder capital, only key to survive is kill 

If the elements don’t murder you the riders will fo real 

And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest 

Get involved and I got’ em’ playing dodge ball with bullets 

Yeah 

I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody 

Get fucked ya play pussy 

We hit em’ up when they ain’t lookin and them body shots hurt 

And the head shots took him 

Damn 

And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him 

Knock his top to his bottom jack 

You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom 

At the very bottom of the map 

Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at 

You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat 

You bitch could get it for actin like a man 

Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man 

I back his hand ya man on command 

In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam 

I’m on, I am just in different climates, duckin the animal keep on runnin wit 

my primates 

You ain’t did it till you done it like in 5 states, 

Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight 

And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more 

Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks 

You don’t even come up to a nigga chest paw, supa, 

what the fuck they play it in the club for ? 

Real shit I’m duckin bombs from a drug war, 

no religion but the cops swear that I’m a drug lord 

Father forgive em’ for they no not who they pushin lord 

Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord 

I’m just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the god 

They riding up highway to heaven boulevard 

Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain’t lookin for «I» 

The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side 

Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side 

Cuz when you wildin you ain’t lookin, you just lookin high 

and when we hungry you look like pie 

Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly 

Don’t make me get the buiscut buster 

What up gizzle you my distant brother 

Real shit nigga same father different mother, yep 

I skip the frontin and sticks to keepin it trill 

You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I’m deeper for 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 

Order bitch, ya underdig 

Put ya prints in nigga 

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

[Verse 2 — Lil Wayne] 

Ay, ay 

You sleep in a field for tryin the dude 

I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food 

Foot for thought, think I ain’t lying to you 

I lie his body in grease set fire to him 

I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him 

Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade 

Damn 

I’m near heatin and blaze a nigga keep they ways when I’m in the streets with blades 

Watch, my nigga hungry, he’ll eat the plate 

And if I ask, the homeboy will eat’cha face 

yea 

And though he got me, you can ask, I’m like a pool table 

I keep the eight 

Haha 

My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days 

Birdman 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

[Verse 3 — Lil Wayne] 

Ay, ay, 

Check my swag, I travel like sound dog 

You play hard in the gravel like ground dog 

I’m underground call me groundhog 

Lay down lawgs call me ground law 

Don’t confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw 

Because I am the Birdman J-R 

I ain’t trippin nigga, I play the corner like ripkin nigga 

With the 40 cal ripkin nigga, rip a nigga 

Flip ya vehicle, split ya winsheild 

Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live 

And people say that I am a kid still, cuz the lil nigga still rides on big wheels 

You feeling animal then come on and get killed 

And sig pill bandannas like banana’s 

Say I’m slight bananas I blow a weekend in havana 

In my cabana with my bottom bitch from savahnna 

Man a train couldn’t stop ya man 

I man up and you not a man 

I stand up, say I got my land 

I’m the man of my land 

Call it lil-weezy-ana 

Thats the new plan

[Baby talkin] 

Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga 

Thats the only way 

Dumb shit we bout that get at me 

Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

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