Karaoké John Lil Wayne & Rick Ross

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Four-four bulldog

My motherfuckin' pet

I point it at you and tell that motherfucker Fetch

I'm fuckin' her good

She got her legs on my neck

I get pussy, mouth and ass

Call that bitch triple-threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy

Imma starve her to death

Top down

It's upset

Been fuckin' the world and nigga I ain't cum yet

You fuck with me wrong

I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long

I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch

I pay these niggas with a reality check

Prepared for the worst but still prayin' for the best

This game is a bitch

I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

And AK-Forty-Seven is my fuckin' address huh

I'm not a star

Somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah load up the choppers like it's December thirty-first

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts

If I die today remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis

I'm talkin' all brown linen huh

Big black nigga in a icy watch

Shoes on the coupe

Bitch I got a Nike shop

Count the profits

You could bring 'em in a Nike box

Grindin' in my Jordans

Kick 'em off

They might be hot

Swish

I'm swimmin' in a yellow bitch

In the red nine-eleven lookin' devilish

Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time

Drop palmolive in a nigga dope

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected

Got killers off in Chicago

I'm not a star

Somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah load up the choppers like it's December thirty-first

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts

If I die today remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis

I'm talkin' all brown linen huh

Talk stupid

Get ya head popped

I got that Esther

Bitch I'm Redd Foxx

Big B's

Red Sox

I get money to kill time

Dead clocks

You fuckin' with a nigga who won't give a fuck

Empty the clip then roll the window up

Pussy nigga sweet them niggas Cinnabon

I'm in a red bitch

She said she finna cum

Two hundred thou' on a chain

I don't need a piece

That bana na clip

Let Chiquita speak

Dark shades

Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass nigga

Pussy ass nigga

I see ya lookin' with ya lookin' ass nigga

You know the rules

Kill 'em all and keep movin'

If I died today it'd be a holiday huh

I'm not a star

Somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car so don't make it come alive

Yeah

Rip your ass apart then I pull myself together

YMCMB, double M

YMCMB, double M

We rich forever huh

Huh

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch go Bang

Bang

Red on the wall

Basquiat when I paint

When I paint yeah

Red Lamborghini 'till I gave it to my bitch

Huh

My first home invasion papi gave me forty bricks

Son of a bitch

Then I made a great escape

Ain't it funny mama only son be bakin' cakes

Bakin' cakes

Pull up in the sleigh

Hop out like I'm Santa Claus

Santa Claus

Niggas gather 'round

Got gifts for each and all of y'all

Ha ha ha

Take it home and let it bubble

That's the double up

Yeah

If you get in trouble that just mean you fuckin' up

Fuckin' up

It's a cold world

I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays

Motherfucker huddle up

I'm not a star

Somebody lied

I got a chopper in the car

Yeah