Lyrics Dedicate - Ray
If
it
wasn't
for
Wayne,
it
wouldn't
be
You
tatted
your
face
Bugatti,
new
boo
You
screamed
"Suu-Whoop"
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
You
bought
a
Bugatti,
so
you
can
flex
Most
of
the
bad
bitches
your
ex
Tattoos,
Suu-Whoop,
Bugatti,
new
boo
New
subject,
new
paper,
new
Class,
new
school
New
buddies,
new
haters,
new
ass,
new
boobs
Much
later,
too
soon,
too
bad,
too
cool
Too
hot,
too
lit,
too
high
to
move
Two
eyes
to
view,
but
too
blind
to
bloom
Who
lied
to
you?
Two
middle
fingers
that's
up
high
to
whom
It
may
consume,
kaboom,
goddamn
Who
knew
that
I
am
the
guru
with
voodoo
That
sued
you
with
to
high
hell
With
shooters
that
shoot
through
the
Iron,
man
and
see
through
the
con
man
And
now
he
a
dyin'
man
I
turned
a
goddamn
into
a
God's
Plan
Go
over
to
diagram
and
get
to
the
job
man
Watch
for
the
spycam
Sit
back
and
watch
and
do
not
watch
your
watch
hand
Give
me
some
time,
man
I
am
the
bomb,
man
I
am
gon'
swim
'til
I
come
out
on
dry
land
or
on
the
fryin'
pan
No
we
did
not
land
on
Plymouth
Rock
But
it
landed
on
our
land,
now
I'm
just
buyin'
land
Back
to
the
block
where
they
got
more
rock
fans
Than
a
fuckin'
rock
band
under
a
rock,
man
We
need
Barack,
man
I
do
what
I
can
to
keep
it
solid
as
a
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'
With
some
rock
playin'
You
tatted
your
face
and
changed
the
culture
(you
changed)
You
screamed
"Suu-Whoop"
and
them
gangsters
loved
you
(yeah,
yeah)
You
bought
a
Bugatti
so
you
could
flex
(so
you
can
flex)
And
most
of
the
bad
bitches
your
ex
I
started
this
shit,
you
just
part
of
this
shit
I'm
the
heart
of
this
shit,
and
the
heart
doesn't
skip
Take
the
heart
of
yo'
bitch
'Cause
like
Bart,
you
a
simp
And
your
water
don't
drip
so
your
garden
ain't
shit
You
just
countin'
the
money,
I'm
drownin'
in
money
Like
"Where
the
fuck
is
the
lifeguard
in
this
bitch?"
I
go
Mars
in
this
bitch,
watch
me
orbit
and
shit
For
the
art
of
this
shit,
Andy
Warhol
and
shit
Go
retarded
as
shit,
you
go
sweet
tangy
I
go
tart
on
this
shit,
I'ma
barf
on
this
shit
I'm
a
martian
and
shit,
you
a
orphan'
lil'
bitch
If
I
taught
you
some
shit,
that's
like
Harvard
lil'
bitch
You
ain't
talkin'
'bout
shit
but
you
softer
than
shit
Walk
it
like
you
talk
it,
now
you
walkin'
in
shit
I
go
Marvel
movie
on
some
marvelous
shit
In
the
spot
light
too
long
should
be
darker
than
this
It's
Tha
Carter,
lil'
bitch
You
tatted
your
face
and
changed
the
culture
(you
changed)
You
screamed
"Suu-Whoop"
and
them
gangsters
loved
you
(yeah,
yeah)
You
bought
a
Bugatti
so
you
could
flex
(so
you
can
flex)
And
most
of
the
bad
bitches
your
ex
I
started
this
shit,
they
borrowed
this
shit
I
thought
of
this
shit,
they
thought
it
was
it
I'm
doggin'
this
shit,
they
bark
and
they
sit
Put
a
fork
in
that
shit,
which
drawer
to
look
in
I
brought
in
this
shit,
the
starters
get
benched
The
orders
get
sent,
then
targets
get
hit
Billion
dollar
smile,
I
sell
myself
short
if
I
grin
I'm
bargainin'
then
Apartments
and
shit,
I
could
park
in
this
shit
In
the
foreign
car
that
I
could
talk
to
and
shit
With
a
cultural
bitch
I
can
talk
to
and
shit
'Bout
the
culture
and
shit,
how
I
altered
this
shit
Tattoos,
Suu-Whoop,
Bugatti,
new
boo
Tattoos,
Suu-Whoop,
Bugatti,
new
boo
Tattoos,
Suu-whoop,
Bugatti,
new
boo
All
of
that
shit,
just
tha
Carter
lil'
bitch
You
changed,
Suu-whoop
(you
tatted
your
face)
Bugatti,
new
boo
(you
screamed
"Suu-whoop")
Tattoos,
Suu-whoop,
Bugatti,
new
boo
Tattoos,
Suu-whoop,
Bugatti,
new
boo
Tunechi
(If
it
wasn't
for
Wayne,
it
wouldn't
be)
They
might
think
they've
got
a
pretty
good
jump
shot
Or
a
pretty
good
flow
But
our
kids
can't
all
aspire
to
be
LeBron
or
Lil
Wayne!
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