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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain’t lookin’ back, nigga I’m a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas Hammer in my drawers but I nail your bitch Blunts like fingers, I’m ’bout to make a fist Everybody die, gon’ bury me alive Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside Glock clip full like the moon in the sky I’m at the gas station adding fuel to the fire Life ain’t shit but bitches and money I pass that weed, like I studied Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix Highway to Heaven, I’m taking the scenic You tied to the track of my train of thoughts And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I’m a sensei And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape Tools on deck, tattoos on necks Life is a bitch, I’ll make her your ex Better turn to God ‘fore I turn to Godzilla How the fuck you gon’ talk shit to diarrhea Motherfucker it’s on, I’m just rubbing ’em wrong Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone I’ll have a broke motherfucker run in your home For a crumb and a bone And put —
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] One in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it Empty stomach, full clip I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it My trigger finger itchin’, my trigger finger itchin’ My trigger finger itchin’, my trigger finger itchin’ My trigger finger itching, nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I don’t like to dream about gettin’ paid You ain’t gon hurt nobody like Kid ‘n Play Ain’t nothin’ sweet but the codeine, nigga Eyes hella red like chlorine in ’em I was gettin’ that pussy, I was gettin’ that money Long hair, don’t care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step Two rights don’t make a wrong, three rights make a left The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words If she don’t suck dick I don’t give her that dick Got the world in my hands, I’mma dribble that bitch Money is the issue, full court pressure I like my blunt Nutty Professor I’m a straight rider with a getaway driver Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival I don’t fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends But never too rich for new money These niggas buying Haterade by the twelve pack Like two stomachs I’m laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody Keep that ratchet, nigga Trigger finger itchin’, I’ll scratch it, nigga Blow your fuckin’ brains out in traffic, nigga Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick, nigga One bitch in the whip, one on the phone The one on the phone is in front of your home She ’bout to run in your home and put —
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome One in ya dome, one in ya dome Empty stomach, full clip I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it Empty stomach, full clip I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it My trigger finger itchin’, my trigger finger itchin’ My trigger finger itchin’, my trigger finger itchin’ My trigger finger itchin’ Nigga
[Verse 3: Soulja Boy] Rest in peace to the game ’cause I’m fresh to death Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill they self Make your death wish, ’cause I’m too fresh ‘Cause I’m fresh to death, ’cause I’m fresh to death You go broke tryna get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game ’cause I killed it I’m fresh to death, I’m fresh to death What you talkin’, I came out a coffin Yeah
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I just can’t see myself Living in a house of mirrors I bought me a double-R ‘Cause I went from rags to riches And these niggas nag like bitches Actin’ like little fags like Richard And all of my bitches be bad as vision You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician I am-munition Call me ammo for short Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc With your son in your arms I’ll put — One in your dome Tunechi
