Album: Tha Carter IV (2011)
Charted: 52
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  • Faded off the kush I'm gone
    Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home
    Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
    We jack son then light up the "L", Samuel
    Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
    Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga
    Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
    Where them bad bitches at come and put that pussy on me

    Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
    Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
    Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
    Birdman Junior got the world in my wingspan
    How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
    I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
    Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
    Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary

    Whoa nigga, die slow nigga, for dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga
    Unload nigga, reload nigga, tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
    Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
    And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
    Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
    I'm good, I'm one hundred like a fastball
    It's Carter Four, yeah, ugh

    (I'm going back in man, yeah)
    We get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?
    That AK sleep on the side of my bed
    That's one eye closed, one eye open
    Your cap get peeled like I-B-Profen
    I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with
    This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
    Young money man we got this shit by a land slide

    Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon
    Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball
    Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her
    Tuck her like D. Lawrence that's my word like, word like the-saurus
    I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
    Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
    Fear nobody but God almighty
    Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis

    I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
    I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
    I don't talk it, I live it I paint a picture vivid
    And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
    I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
    Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
    Forget the bullshit and remember me Writer/s: Dwayne Carter, Matthew Samuels, Orville McWhinney
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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