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letra de ice cream paint job (remix) - lil wayne

(is the auto tune on? good)

[verse]
young money, syrup and a big shot
time to do the thing, that’s word to ya wrist watch
shoot the glock till it burn to my wrist lock
rims h-lla big, tires skinny like chris rock
h-hold the gun sideways like o-dog
shoot a n-gga in his face, knock his nose off
make the girls say my name like a role call
pain k!llers got a n-gga bout to doze off
big sh-t n-gga, talk big sh-t n-gga
big bread bread like a picnic n-gga
shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga
money spread like germs, get sick n-gga
yeah, and f-ck them other n-ggas
1 9 hundred, who want it? i deliver
concrete shoes won’t help in the river
i don’t care if you were michael phelps, my n-gga
i’m higher than the m-th-rf-ckin’ alps, my n-gga
i’m flyer than the m-th-rf-ckin’ stealth, my n-gga
y-young money sh-t, top shelf, my n-gga
we the motherf-ckers like milf, my n-gga

uhum, flow like syringes
yeah, i’m in my mode, got a code like da vinci
i was in the trenches, now i’m in the trump
and everybody watch ya back when you’re in the front
you ain’t never safe, stop playin’ with a gangsta
bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
bend the girl over, put her hands on her ankles
i’m all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

why thank you, if you’s a hater
i’m eatin, you’s a waiter
pistol on my hip, tomb raider
holla at ya gualla, sue ’em later
young tune n-gga, typhoon n-gga
and if you think it’s sweet, buy a room n-gga
damu, n-gga
i’m on my gang sh-t
she gimme good brain like she studied at cambridge
lightin’ up a m-th-rf-ckin’ blunt
stupid fruity swag like a m-th-rf-ckin’ runt
and i be with my dog like a m-th-rf-cka huntin’
every day of the week is the first of the month
audemar piguet with the diamonds in the face, can’t tell the time cause the diamonds in the face

we can get it poppin’ like a semi automatic
and if ya got beef, i’ll put the biscuit on the pattyy
rockstar tatted, big money addict
runnin’ this sh-t, now i’m feelin’ athletic
i-i’m on the boat b-tch, gettin’ sea sick
stop playin’, i’m fresher than a degree stick
street sh-t, well of course
i smoke mad weed, i’m on my high horse
please don’t shoot me down, i land feet flat
then walk a million miles with new orleans on my back
hah, i need a m-ssage
and when it come to hoes, man i got a collage
finger on the b-tton, n-gga just stuntin’
if you ain’t the bank teller, don’t tell me nothin’
kush so strong, you can smell me comin’
b-tch, i go hard like the boy from 300
you think y’all kick it
well boy we puntin’
young money baby, we the sh-t, weak stomachs

no ceilings, m-th-f-cka~

- lil wayne

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