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letra de d'usse - lil wayne

[intro]
this motherf-ckin’ d’usse got me sweatin’ and sh-t word to god;
hov f-ck with ya boy
c5

[verse 1]
okay n-gg- i got em’
point em’ out and i got em’
let ’em get a lil buzz
then we robbin’ for pollen
we ain’t killin’ no minors
you n-gg-s still in the minus
and your b-tch, we gonna blind her
can’t pick a side off the lineup
i swear lord knows imma murk one of these n-gg-s
shoot you in your earth
and get earthworms on me n-gg-
i been did my time
i’m getting better with time
but real n-gg-s don’t whine
we’ll burn down your vineyard
i been ballin’ since cornrows
still duckin’ the narcos
my little n-gg-s, in war mode
you spark it up, we charcoal
got a bad b-tch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
i’m a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls
blessins on top of sins, restin’ with topless twins
picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
in the restaurant, i’m with slim
wrestlin’ with lobster limbs
talkin’ about some m’s, it’s soundin’ like gospel hymns
yes lord

[interlude]
we on that d’usse, me and my n-gg- euro
tina turn up in this b-tch
we got lauryn in this b-tch
serena pink in this b-tch, better known as pinky
yah dig?
what’s up brandon?
lego!

[verse 2]
holly grove n-gg-, rest in peace, lil kevin
rest in peace, lil beezy
rest in peace, ?
the world is mine, i am selfish
i am a shark f-ck them sh-llfish
everybody in the building
well i left that b-tch like elvis
n-gg- please
pops treated mom like billie jean
like hot sauce, i put in on everything
i’ma give that f-ckin’ woman everything, everything
here we go, b-tch i’m cool, coolio
she say “tune, do me slow”
how many fish did hootie blow? i don’t know
f-ck who knows? i got a redbone with two golds
and she snort too much of that micheal jackson, that b-tch gon’
need a new nose
and i got time for you hoes
sh-t i only have two goals and that is “get money, get money”
now i’m ridin’ ’round the city, with the top off the maybach
lookin for a motherf-ckin’ spot we can skate at
elvis left the building
and i take these hoes to graceland
and i got more bounce, to the 28 grams
i ain’t stuntin these n-gg-s, eyes look chinese
wayne-chong to these n-gg-s, wayne-chong b-tch!
more than one b-tch
this for my n-gg-s, we shall overcome, b-tch
from new orleans, n-gg-s dyin’ over dumb sh-t
you know we give the pastor h-ll, make the nun strip
yeah i might have them bricks, call me brick cannon
nina on my lap, what you want from santa?
i might get money, f-ck b-tches, kill n-gg-s and smoke weed
i’m married to this sh-t and i’m a wife beater, no sleeves
do it for my hood, that 44 ain’t no good
you better bring that chopper, cause we gon’ have them choppers
yeah i do it for my hood, that 45 ain’t no good
you better bring the chopper, cause we gon’ have them choppers, n-gg-
you better bring the chopper, you better bring the chopper
you better bring the chopper, cause we gon’ have them choppers, yeah
we gon’ have them choppers, we gon’ have them choppers
you better bring the chopper, cause we gon’ have them choppers, n-gg-
mula!

[outro]
my n-gg- hood in this b-tch
still on that d’usse
shout out my n-gg- lil twist, my lil brother
he just p-ssed out in the club the other night off that d’usse
threw up on the owner
owner talkin’ about he wanted his money back
he wanted half of the money back
twist took all the money and left
that’s some young money sh-t
soo woo to the b gang
rest in peace [?]

- lil wayne

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