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letra de dis how we do - lil wayne

[verse 1: boo]
b.o.o. gets that dough
blane rose gold while i got yo hoe
don’t even mention the flow
i don’t even like rap
i just do it for the scr-p
got chrome on my lap
toast on my lap
cruisin’ through the city
fox fur on my back
man you n-gg-s is wack
plus, this young money cream got me acting like that
’cause nowadays i ain’t gotta package that crack
keep ties to the streets so i ain’t gotta go back
certified pimp, bona fide mack
i just really fall back
i don’t chase that cat
’cause lil boo just ain’t no good
west side of chi where sh-t gets so hood
n-gg- act tough then he gon’ get laid down
look at my face n-gg- i don’t play ’round
holla at me

[verse 2: mack maine]
mack maine, uh
real as they come
tommy on me ain’t a hilfiger son
grip macks that blow
pitch black, the clothes
black d-ckie fit, black hat, black girbauds
whip past my foes
in something they can’t afford
nah, i ain’t talkin’ about a honda accord
young money, the tour
bad b-tches adore
they let us all up in they valores
they say im so hood
puff that good good
my freaks give good head
they all got good jug
be in a black truck
hittin’ a k!ll bill
im prolly with izzel
baby you prolly with trill real
runnin wit hotspitta
you know dat we g’d up
and h-ll yeah back in the g
we was re’d up
im bout have seed
gotta to raise my seed up
now all my dogs in the bin
n-gg- just feed up

[verse 3: lil wayne]
aye
i got that all black porsche
on them double black b-ttons
blend in so well
look like im ridin’ on nothin’
talk a lot of sh-t but i ain’t lyin’ on nothin’
she love my satin sheets it’s like she lyin’ on nothin’
weezy f baby b-tch
if you dont say the baby
you make me sick
young money baby girl
take these d-cks
the new aks got crazy grip
hottest of the hot b-tch
recognize the n-gg-
lookin at my chain like ya lookin at a mirror
i ain’t got no lamborghini doors on that escalade
i’mma just go get da lamborghini instead
down south dread
insane for the bread
dont give my name to the feds
cause they say im so grove
im hot so stove
me and money is like khakis and polos
weezy

[verse 4: curren$y]
yeah, why am i so fly? i don’t know
why am i so high? that’s the drug
is that a cl5? oh for sure
who you got inside?
some other n-gg- hoe
curren$y the hotspitta he a g
b-tches take me out to eat
and you’ll be eatin’ b-tches out
one thing about the kid
to the cold i spit
if she ain’t ’bout suckin’ and f-ckin’ she ain’t coming to my house
yeah, n-gg-s know h-how i do it
when i was in school with my all black guccis
sittin’ in the back of the cl-ss actin’ stupid
or in c-murder truck takin’ b-tches to the movies
oh, no, hotspitta dawg
back up in the heezy baby
he’s so disrespectful to these ladies
i curse them out and all they say is
“you so crazy”

- lil wayne

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