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Lil Wayne
Dead Bodies
Lyrics

[Lil’ Wayne]

Ha-ha!
Young….Moula Baby

Ok
Money on my mind, f*ck a nigga thought
He ain't even thank, he ain't even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank
Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pu*sy nigga faint.
Pick that pu*sy up? Naw let him lay
Where I'm from I see a f*ckin dead body every day
Where I'm from I see a f*ckin dead body every day
Where I'm from I see a f*ckin dead body every day
Where I'm from I see a f*ckin dead body every day

Hammer in my draws hammer in draws
And y'all ain't nothin but nails in a wall
Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha f*cka
Off my hip clip empty like a motha f*cka
Ha-ha ok, simply I'm a bug lover but it's fly carter duckin the fly squatter
Ok simply I'm a motha f*cka
Pimpin ain't dead because I'm pimpin like a motha f*cka
Now where ya hoe at
Wipe ya feet on tha door mat
Imma bring The N.O. back like a nigga with no back
Imma go forward with the top
And get low with them hoes
Gon get cut like a a sword I kno it
Ye ain't gotta tell me, I already smell it
Ya pu*sy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous
Ya Los, like Angeles
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Juss like Van Halen imma rock out bi*ch
Imma wear dat glock like a f*ckin outfit
I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this
And I hope your a*s choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy

[Kid-Kid]

Ok, I’m strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets aint strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do
And I'm like let me at em! Call me Scrappy Doo
After tha scrap with you I aint lookin stupid
You beat me? Too bad bi*ch I'm comin back shootin
Fool I'm a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixin broke cars, witch tools imma use
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Rug
Catch you when it's juss you, You like it wasn’t juss you
I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me? Naw bend ova nigga f*ck you
See I know what's what, who's who, and who is you
Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose
I'll put you on tha 10 o’clock news
One, two, buckle ya shoes
Here come tha Kid Crew
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food
Dude usin more tools than Tim from Home Improve
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Don’t play with him cuz shoot he’ll shoot
I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes
I’m playin duck duck goose, boy I'm slick like mouse
I'm tha truth not a fluke I'm a murderer, Fuck mooke
Put niggas on mute like………
Then I come back like cooled crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don’t worry where tha Kid at nigga huh

[Lil’ Wayne]

Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi that would offend me
Try a maybach or a maybach, bi*ch I got stacks ya
Paychecks on paychecks but I still want payback
I still don’t play that, I kill on ASAP
We don’t do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way
Y.M. Young Moula, Young Money all day
Where tha drugs so sweet like hunny on yay
Which one of yall say you want drama im honored
Bitch yo a*s like a motha f*ckin llama
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya dump tha whole toilet on ya
Weezy F. Baby bi*ch I'm hotter than Uganda