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letra de oh let's do it - lil wayne

[intro: lil wayne]
i got young money up, and now i got my feet up
tune in this b-tch, tell my n-ggas throw them b’s up
doing what the f-ck i want, hate me all the f-ck you want
real n-ggas f-ck with me and i don’t give a f-ck who don’t

[verse: lil wayne]
lock the ceo up, and i’m the ceo, f-ck
prison in february, and i ain’t in no rush
drink ’til i throw up, n-gga, roll more blunts
ball so hard, man, i gotta go pro once
hit ’em with the shotgun, call that sh-t the stop b-tton
call me doctor carter, aka “young wild n-gga”
aka “no trial n-gga”, ak cl!ck-clack, pow n-gga
f-cking with the kid and you’ll be missing like bilal, n-gga
yeah! swagger stupid, pack a uzi
hundred clips, n-gga? that’s a movie, aim at your toupee
you sweet as kool-aid, creme brulee
i’m sharp as blu-ray, i f-ck her today
then she gotta skate — young lupe
i hit the beat hard — bobby boucher
i keep them tools on me, get the screwface
flowers for the dead, here’s a bouquet
l.v.’s, n-gga, on every suitcase
y.m., n-gga, it’s a new day
we the champions, n-gga, hoo-ray
yeah, hammer in the louis duff
take a n-gga b-tch, she gave me brains until i knew enough
bullet come too fast to adjust
i don’t give a f-ck about my roof that much
so i put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
i’m weezy f and the ‘f’ is for flame
eat these rappers, chef of the game
sh-t on the track, sh-t on the train
murder the beat, the beat was slain
rest in peace, that’s a shame, he k!ll anybody’s song
versatile as f-ck, i switch it up like dennis rodman’s dome
no h0m-, you rockin’ wrong, rest in peace my styrofoam
now they wanna know what i be on
get the f-ck off my d-ck, my c-ck, my bone
big money, my pockets long
new orleans, i got my home
and they got my back, pause; no h0m-, no maricón
smoking on that private grown, it put me where i belong
all about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
f-ck her for an hour long, let her take a shower, gone
sorry baby, but i’m in my i-don’t-wanna-be-bothered zone
yeah, you’re a groupie, get on your duty
two women give me head, call that “two-face”
b-tch i’m too great, take your food tray, i was born on doomsday
ain’t no n-gga like me
“what’s up” to my gang, big b’s like a breitling
take a n-gga b-tch, she ride my d-ck like she cycling
then she can’t walk, run, or jump, like white men
f-ck you n-ggas wanna do?
no ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
weezy f, the ‘f’ is for “f-ck what you’re goin’ through”
make your people mourn you
haha! ok let’s do it

- lil wayne

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