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[intro]
Uh yea, oh yea
Trin bein i ve got ya
Yea i m on that syzurp my
Ya off tha hook
Hey! heyyy!

Go by the name of weezie f.
And, i m walking out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a mutha fucka girly on my staple
Cause her friends say i’m a tummy sucker
Don t go below the navel
I m up in lil hatti
I m blowin on jamaica
I m in the pimp a beemer
I m with a salt shaker
Now i m in dade county
I see some thick bitches
I try to holla at em
But they all trick bitches
I think trina sexy
Mami ya wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time
Yea i m a ride ma
The birdman s boy
He owns ca money
I pre-own ca money?
Yea and i put her on ca money
She start wobblin that ass for me
She start modelin
She see the models in the maybach
She call me weezie f. baby
And she make sure she say that
[chorus]
[lil’ wayne]
See a fly nigga baby yea i don’t trip
Just give em lil thigh
Mama give em lil hip
[trina]
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don’t trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
[lil’ wayne]
Give em lil thigh
Mama give em lil hip
Then you give em lil’ wind-up
Give em a lil dip
[trina]
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don’t trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips

Now i’m the daughter of a madam
Inside of a pink phantom
If ya man got that cash
Then best believe i met him
Cause i’m sharp as a machete
And i cuss like crazy
Niggas call me betty crocker
Cause my cakes stay plenty
Got stacks on top of stacks
I m coppin a meal ticket
No matter the consequence
My emphasis is to get it
It’s trina weezie f. baby
Manny handle the scripts
It’s all reminiscent to
Gladys knight and the pips
All my niggas jump around
Girls jump on that dick
It aint gonna be no standin around
Now lets get crunk in this bitch
And ladies
Show em yo shit
A lil hip a lil thigh
More pressure for the eye
And the more a nigga try
You can find me stretched out
In my 850i
Or my big 600
Believe trina done it
Believe i m diamond studded
Stay flooded like a damn
Chase grands cause i am what i am
Don’t give a damn
Go
[chorus]

Back to the lesson at hand
Stick to my plan
When it comes to seein man after man
Don’t give a damn about his car or his grands
Wh wh whwhat
Cause i’m gonna make my on ends
That’s whwhat’s up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don’t kno how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil back into it
Go catch a wall shorty
End up at the mall sporty
Try to dog waddy?
Make em spend it all on ya
Yep and make that nigga ball for ya
Then have him beggin for that kitty kat
Wining and dining for that ass
Give him none of that
Just let him know
Say make a bitch rich
Cause the badest bitch taught you that
[chorus]
[beat till end]

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Okay, I m talkin about a
Good girl, gone bad
Crooked world, wrong path
Right Mom, wrong Dad
I sing this song mad, but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up, like some bbq from Luther s
In the mornin with the roosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she s the freshcut and they re on her like sutures
And I wanna talk to her
But her Mama has to school her
I wanna see her better
She s the weather of my future
I don t wanna see another hurricane
Baby you can kill the pain
If you just let me explain
Trust me I know what I m sayin
You will end up on the track of an oncoming train
Stuck in the passenger seat
Travlin through the fast lane

[Bun B]
Well once upon a time, there was a Mom and a Dad
Who on the outside had everything people wished they had
A beautiful daughter, two story house, two car garage
And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard
See Daddy was a doctor
And Mommy was a banker
Mommy s job got outsourced
So now Mommy s dranker
Daddy had a malpractice suit
Now he s a snorter
And all this shit s takin place
Right in front of their daughter
She says, “Daddy what s wrong?”
But he s just too high
“Mommy what we gon do?”
She just get drunk and cry
Caught in the middle of two wrongs, tryin to do right
Lookin for answers alone in the darkness of night
They say...

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Keep pimpin [4x]

[Lil Wayne]
Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front
One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt
I m getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad
If you lookin for that holla at ya boy
I m a ma ma mack mack
A pi pi pimp
I spi spi spi spit out shrimp
I pull out clean
I get out limp
I walk like li li li limp
I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi
The best player on my team when i ball women cheer
And they love the way i come out with the gear
This jacket theese shoes don t come out this year
So if you love your girl don t let her come out this year
Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here
And that ain t fair and i don t care
I m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 2]
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe
She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain t getin that loot
And if you ain t got no money she ain t getin at you
I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you
Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop
Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne
Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames don t but they game
If he don t score in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit my money i ma lynch ya ass
Like john lynch and shit don t tempt me bitch
Wipe me down cuz i m filthy rich
If getin money a crime then i m guilty bitch
And that ain t fair but i don t care i m a mothafuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 3]
Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck
Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus
I got ladies for days i got women for months
Leave ya girl at home i made 21
I got that thang on chrome blades 21
I got them thang inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a preety one
Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me
My diamonds bling my weed is rap
Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack
If pimpin is dead then i m bringin it back
Matter of fact it never died so i take that back
If your shoes too small shawty take that back
Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back
And that ain t fair but i don t care i m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x]
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
Who you think you fuckin wit
I m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i m so fly watch out for
The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

Lord, if that is your name
I m afraid I m beyond honour and shame
There s nothing special that I would like to say
Most of the time I m okay
I know I may need you some day
It s long since I...

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Like the flowers, like the bees
Like the woodlands and the trees
I like the Byrds on their LP s
And I m a refugee
(Chorus)
I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow
I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky
I wanna...

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