Текст песни Bm J.R. - lil wayne
(Baby
Talking)
Yea
shorty,
you
know
what
I'm
talkin
bout'
I
peepin'these
niggaz
out
here
they
slippin
like
they
ain't
bout
Money
no
more
man,
so
what
fuck
You
know
what
we
gon'
do
ha?
We
gon'
do
what
we
been
doin
nigga
We
gon'
load
up,
get
alot
mo'
and
alot
mo'
and
say
fuck
em'
Nigga
Keep
buyin'
shit
Keep
fuckin
hoes
Loadin
up
on
mo'
bitches
Then
you
know
what
I'm
sayin,
we
gon'
get
greedy
too
nigga
I
ain't
never
gettin'
full,
I'm
full
blooded
with
this
grind
(Lil
Wayne)
I
GOT
IT
I
GOT
IT
(Lil
Wayne)
Murder
Capitol,
only
key
to
survive
is
kill.
If
the
elements
don't
murder
you,
Tha
rydahs
will...
Fa
real.
And
niggaz
know
I
go
hard
to
the
fullest;
Get
involved,
And
I
got
em'
playin'
dodgeball
wit
bullets.
(YEA)I
got
the
sawed
off,
fully
In
the
Sean
John
hoodie
Get
fucked--ya
play
pussy.
(HA)We
hit
em'
up
while
dey
ain't
lookin'
And
tha
body
shots
hurt
But
tha
head
shots
took
em'
DAMN!
And
if
tha
red
dot
spot
em'
Then
tha
hollow-head
got
em'
Knock
his
tops
to
his
bottom
Jack.
(Yea)
Ya
see
we
grind
from
the
bottom
Just
to
make
it
to
da
bottom
At
the
very
bottom
o'
da
map
Louisiana--
Piranhas
Every
where
U
at.
U
gotta
wear
a
extra
condom
And
a
extra
gat.
Ya
bitch
could
get
it
fa
actin'
like
a
man
And
niggaz
in
Pak-istan,
Impactin'
on
ya
man
I
backed
his
hand...
ya
man
on
command
In
fronta
niggaz
he
cool
Wit
dem
boyz
on
fan.
I'm
on
hot.
I
adjust
in
different
climates
Stuck
in
a
animal--Keep
runnin
wit
my
prime
mates
U
ain't
did
it
til
U
done
it
like
in
fives
states
Weezy-hustle,
No
blubber,
I
put
on
weight.
And
in
a
drought
I
go
on
a
diet
and
strecth
more
Lose
all
dat
weight,
leave
a
nigga
wit
stretch
marks
You'nt
even
come
up
to
a
nigga
chest
Pause
Up,
PAW,
What
tha
fuck
they
play
dat
in
da
club
fa?
Real
Shit
I'm
duckin'
bombs
from
a
drug
war
No
religion,
but
da
cops
swear
dat
I'ma
drug
law
Father
forgive
em'
fa
dey
know
not
who
dey
pushin'
Lord
Father
forgive
me
if
I
have
to
send
em'
to
you
Lord
I'm
just
tryna
dodge
tha
shots
dey
send
to
da
god
They
ridin'
up
high
way
to
Heaven
boulevard.
DAMN!
Dem
niggaz
pussy
and
jive--not
even
in
tha
eye
exam
They
ain't
lookin
fa
I.
Fa
A
and
a
K
I'll
make
ya
face
crook
to
tha
side
Now
when
U
smilin'
everbody
gotta
look
from
tha
side.
Cuz
when
U
wilin'
U
ain't
lookin'
U
jus
lookin'
High
And
when
we
hungry,
U
look
like
pie
Sweet
potato-ass
nigga
U
lemon
Meringue--Apple
custard
Cherry
jelly--Don't
make
me
get
tha
biscuit
busta
(YEA)
What
up
chizzle?
U
my
distant
brotha
Real
shit
nigga
Same
father--different
motha
(shit)
I
skip
tha
frontin'
and
stick
to
keepin
it
"trill"
U
not
know
me
fa
nothin'
otha
I'm
somethin'
otha
Than
people
U
feel
I'm
deeper
fa
real
I'm
deeper
than
skills
My
speeches
can
kill
Rest
In
Peace!
(Baby
talking)
Yeah,
you
underdig,
shorty
its
all
about
one
thing
nigga,
If
you
bout
money
nigga
come
fuck
with
us,
If
you
ain't
bout
money
get
the
fuck
from
round
us
nigga
And
whatever
you
bout
we
bout
it,
however
you
wanna
get
it
we
can
give
it
to
ya
nigga
Order
bitch,
ya
underdig
Put
ya
prints
in
nigga
Put
ya
feet
down
and
ya
nuts
on
the
concrete
and
lets
roll
(Weezy-talking)
Let
me
get
it
back
HEY...
HEY
(Lil
Wayne)
U
sleep
in
a
field
fa
tryin
a
dude
I'll
bust
ya
head
to
da
meat.
Turn
ya
mind
2 food.
Food
fa
thought
THINK!
I
ain't
lyin'
2 U
I'll
lie
his
body
in
grease
Set
fire
to
em'
I'll
tie
his
body
in
sheets
Put
tha
tires
to
em'
Make
em'
feel
tha
Escalade
Put
his
feet
in
tha
blades
DAMN!
I'm
tha
heat
in
tha
blaze
And
niggaz
keep
they
ways
When
I'm
in
tha
streets
wit
Blake.
Watch...
My
nigga
hungry--he'll
eat
tha
plate
And
if
I
ask
tha
homeboy
He'll
eat
ya
face(YEA)
And
tho'
he
got
me
U
can
ask
I'm
like
a
pool
table
I
keep
tha
8!
My
side
pocket--side
wayz
When
I
pop
it
Leave
a
nigga
side
wayz
Fa
five
days
Bird
man
talk
(Baby
talking)
Yeah
nigga,
I
tell
em',
I
tell
em'
again
shorty
If
it
ain't
about
money
get
all
the
fuck
from
round
us
(Weezy
-talking)
Fuck
dat...
I'm
comin'
bak
gurl!
(Lil
Wayne)
Check
my
swag
I
travel
light--sound
dog
U
play
hard
and
I
gravel
like
ground
dog
I'm
under
ground
call
me
ground
hog
Lay
down
laws
call
me
ground
law
But
don't
confuse
me
wit
da
law
Naw--but
just
confuse
me
wit
my
paw
Because
I
am
the
Birdman
J-R
I
ain't
trippin'
nigga
I
play
tha
corner
like
Rip-Kin
nigga
Wit
tha
40
Cal
Rip-kin
nigga
Rip
a
nigga
Flip
ya
vehicle
Split
ya
windshield
Whack
ya
baby
mama
But
I
let
tha
kid
live
And
people
say
that
I
am
a
kid
still
Cuz
tha
lil'
nigga
still
ride
on
big
wheels.
U
feelin'
animal
then
come
on
and
get
killed
This
kid
peel
bandanas
like
bananas
Say
I'm
slight
bananas
I
blow
a
weekend
in
Havana
In
my
Gabana
wit
my
bottom
bitch
from
Savannah
Man
a
train
couldn't
stop
ya
man
I'm
man
up
and
U
not
a
man
Stand
UP
Say
I
got
my
land
I'm
tha
man
of
my
land
Call
it
Lil'
Weezy--ana
That's
tha
new
plan.
(Baby
talkin)
Yeah
nigga,
you
bout
some
money
get
at
me
nigga
Thats
the
only
way
Dumb
shit
we
bout
that
get
at
me
Nigga
roll
solo,
dolo
nigga
1 Snitch
2 Cash Money Millionaires
3 I Miss My Dawgs
4 Shine
5 Walk In
6 Go DJ
7 This Is the Carter
8 Bm J.R.
9 On the Block #1
10 We Don't
11 On My Own
12 The Heat
13 Inside
14 Bring It Back
15 Who Wanna
16 On the Block #2
17 Get Down
18 Hoes
19 Only Way
20 Ain't That a Bitch
21 Walk Out
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