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Lil Wayne – Dinnertime Lyrics

Heavy on the? You niggas talked blow, While I sold mine. And I seem really patient, picture the equation. Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison, Got mad and went to savage so homicide came to visit. People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant. More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio, Case paradise and I ain’t talking about Coolio. Big business minus the business suit. Yhey say I could’ntplay basketball I wasn’t tall. Even I look in the mirror like is it you, And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you. We don’t get rid of Q, We get rid of fools. Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes. This, this is classic, So this shit you might never see again. And we taxin, you don’t want it nigga leave it then, And we taxin, you don’t want it nigga leave it then. READ  Kent Jones – Don’t Mind Remix ft. Million dollar status, fully automatic. Lil Wayne – Dinnertime Lyrics

[Lil Wayne:] I think we got a problem Yeahh…
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Big money in this bitch if you didn’t knew. Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa In the casa just to lay-low. If it wasn’t for reverend, I probably would pimpin and shit. And we ain’t trying to see the pen, Like a needle in a hay stack we ain’t trying to see the pen. Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool. And they say it ain’t raining until someone assassinate, And I feel like MLK Yeah… I have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. 3.2 but I just did it for the kids. Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster, Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad. They said I couldn’t play football I was too small. Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car? They say I could’ntplay baseball at all. And now everyday of my life I ball. READ  Ed Sheeran – Dive Lyrics
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
[Verse 4: Trick Daddy] I’m up early in the morning, and I’m dressed in black. [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] (I don’t ask them baby I just tax em baby) (Let’s go) Yeah imagine this, No imagine that. More guns than a pawn shop, Got my whole arm rocked. Pitbull & Lil WayneLil Wayne – Dinnertime Lyrics

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[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah… You gotta pay for this, I remember when I used to pray for this. Oh, just a spare tire. You treat me like Shaq, And you Kobe but I didn’t say you owe me nigga. This is a luxury tax. Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black. New coop, no top, big tennis shoes. While your half ass looking at my pants sagging, I’m getting money, and my swagging and black flagging. Huh? Make more (money man) that the model for the mob, Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job. Can’t lie, still addicted to the odor Got a ice cold Pepsi, But still thinking Coke-Cola. So what you got in your trunk? And if I’m not careful, Leave em the same place they find him there. But act like you know me nigga. Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn’t know Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid. Gave me my sack like, goodluck getting back. Forty around spending doe, flipping for my? And I’m a winner if I make it cross the finish line, Putting food on the table like it’s dinner time. Like a bad crape, it’s locking up in no time. (Yeah…) I’m like how the fuck I’m gonna get outta there. I smell gun powder, So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar, Or your dun-dolla. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I’m a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes. Pops, my papai, has already hear me. Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot. and even harder on the women. Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance. And this is what you call stereotyping about? Got the audacity to call me a liar. It cost a ball dogg, Especially when the players on your team, Consider you as the ball hog.