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letra de open shop - lil wayne

open shop lyrics
[hook: lil wayne]
yeah, get ‘em off the floor, take ‘em out the box
turn on the stove, set ‘em in a pot
don’t forget the jar, whip ‘em ‘till they hard
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store
put the sign up baby, we are never closed
yes, we’re open, we are never closed
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store

[verse 1: boo]
hustle to get rich
the only thing lesser than o’s is mike vick’s
that’s 7 grams for you fools who ain’t hip
y’all don’t understand grindin’
homie we ain’t closin’ shop, we steady reing up
everything a g and up, n-gga stop stressing
all you need bakin’ soda, 7-up, doin’ pills to stretch it
that’s just a little lesson
i hope y’all listenin’, if not i’m the manager
i could throw some pitchers in, look at what i’m whippin’ in
760 big body, block still doin’ 40
weezy gave me 60, now i workin’ with a hundred
bagged up, dope money, b-tch keep the stove runnin’
i’m the pilot, standin’ over the pilot
cook it up in an hour, standing over chicago
yeah, n-gga, we open 24 hours, y’all closin’
holla at ya boy, yeah
[hook: lil wayne]
get ‘em off the floor, take ‘em out the box
turn on the stove, set ‘em in a pot
don’t forget the jar, whip ‘em ‘till they hard
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store
put the sign up baby, we are never closed
yes, we’re open, we are never closed
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store

[verse 2: mack maine]
been the hollygrove’s hannibal
was coward since cannibal
the apple street animal, good thing the boot ain’t flammable
cut through ya cantaloupe
and then i stab you with the antlers from an antelope and vanish in some grams of coke
i’m sick with the hustle and coke is my antidote
i’m sick with the scuffle, i jab at ya mammy’s throat
i grab that thing-thing and then i blam-blam ya folk
and then i cruise off in tanner’s boat, haha
shhh, haha
n-gga, feel my breezy, feel my timbs and feel my g’s and feel my trees
feel my movement, feel my people, feel my sequel, inject these needles
this is drug music
this that rock & roll, hip-hop, thug music
heart missin’, no love music, get used to it
see this the next generation, we smash daughters
smoke and drank tap water, ride out and jack quarters
but not the type of quarters that you use for pac-man
the type to get the stacks fam, serve it to the trash man
my n-ggas is riders
we ride out in black vans with gats in our black hands in all black fam
my past is my future, i’m livin’ like it’s ‘88
chopper had to scr-pe the plate, just to cop the bathing apes
you know me n-gga, i double up, back-to-back
why you fake hustlers can’t stack a stack
young money, chea
[verse 3: lil wayne]
yeah, brown table
round table
i break a brick down, i’m the ant pile creator
gats ‘round the table, gats on the table
smokin’ on that purple, sippin’ on that maple
that’s syrup for the splizzo, the service never slow though
even though i drink a ounce and smoke a ounce, fo’ shizzle
i am wizzle, mothaf-cker, hundred long in the attic
50 large on my pinky, 20 hard, i’m in traffic
i find a skinny broad so i can pack it
put the hard in her bra and the soft in her panties
and then i flow off to miami, cops think we in atlant-y, and she in lousiana
yeah, that’s lil weezy ana
uptown hot boy, red bandanna
we open up shop boy, the scale’s handheld
put it in the window, it’s on sale

[hook: lil wayne]
get ‘em off the floor, take ‘em out the box
turn on the stove, set ‘em in a pot
don’t forget the jar, whip ‘em ‘till they hard
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store
put the sign up baby, we are never closed
yes, we’re open, we are never closed
we about to open up a mothaf-ckin’ store
[outro: lil wayne & boo]
we got-we got dvlp on the beat, this the
this the mixtape it’s for the-it’s for the
it’s for the dope boys, it’s for the dope girls
yeah, we must unite as one
hustler music, that’s right
hey, they go for 10 where i’m from!
and that ain’t even drought prices, baby
you ain’t hear about the birdman? woah
i’m tired of always stuntin’ on these n-ggas
aye
turn that sh-t down, my n-gga
aye, aye, aye, i heard-i heard in the chi’ it’s-it’s kind of up the steep
heard them prices steep, load up daddy
make more money that way, trust me
s’why i’m down south pimp

- lil wayne

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