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letra de you ain't got nuthin' - lil' wayne

i’m with a hundred and one n-gg-s we dalmatian doggy deep
and fly with the tongue so if you feeling froggy leap
kermit you better think before you ribbit
don’t be murdered over your song before you add libit
i pop up like xzibit
forget it i’m at your krivitz
not to put no f-cking fish tanks in your civics
f-ck getting your ride pimped
you’ll get hard tyed wimped
have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp
it’s been a good year maybe i should ride with lim
cause your boy just stay above the game
they tryna tag ‘em, spray a brother frame
but your shots can’t reach me i’m way above your aim
go ‘head n-gg-, say another name
take his family for a joke play them waylan brother games
and i’m a get you sucker i be scheming with this keenan
aiming with this daymin’
i’m putting that major pain in
my lil man zonia, marlon and shonia
lay the beef on this noodle
make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
you reach for this medallion you must like italian n-gg-
you only see me pushin’ if the drivers side
i work the s6 ever since the 5 retired
the drop top, they say the social drive expired
so you could call a cab once your b-tch fall for fab

uh, i get money like a m-th-rf-cker
shades darker then a b-tch but i could see
i got everything
you got nuthin’
you ain’t got nuthin’ on me
uhhh i’m getting money like a m-th-rf-cker
yeaa money you ain’t never see yeaa
i got everything
you got nuthing
you ain’t got nuthin’ on me

i’m on the grind ’till the police come
with that pistol on my side boy don’t be dumb
or… i let that semi twirl you
now you could follow the drip
cause one shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
when you sloppy like seconds
obey me like peasants
or get opened up like presents
please, my young boys whilin’ for respect
slit your throat, have you smilin’ with your neck
say cheese
my doughs a bit longer
my flow is just slaughter
my wrists look like frozen polin’ spring water
so tell me boys, tell me boys who you think your messing with
i get money out the -ss, that’s some expensive sh-t
haven’t you all heard (what?)
y’all all herbs (yup)
i stick toothpicks (where)
in ya all durbs
listen
i’m a shark, y’all just coy fish (what else)
octopus (what else)
oysters
chump
i got my eye on your wifey now (yea)
i’ll have her lick me up (up)
and then wipe me down (down)
she told me you’s a nag, you’s a bug (ddaammn)
she told me i’m a blast, i’m a stud (ddaammn)
she told me you’d be beast and you’d be checking for the burn
so i gave her knee pads for the rug
it’s skull gang from the chain of the lifestyle
you surf boy dudes get wiped out, totally!

uh, ohhh i’m get money like a m-th-rf-cker
shades darker then a b-tch but i could see
i got everything
you got nuthin’
you ain’t got nuthin’ on me
uhhh i’m getting money like a m-th-rf-cker
yeaa money you ain’t never see yeaa
i got everything
you got nuthing
you ain’t got nuthin’ on me

get you 3-4, get you like the number after 1, i’mma get me 2
it’s weezy f u now you gotta have a baby
my money don’t folds nor bends
mercedes maybach, grey black
and i gotta 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
f-ck yo city an’ yo town i state facts, take that
no, better yet like diddy take that
wait rats, i hate rats
i clean them out like ajax
got paper like a fax machine
asinine
d-mn i mean -ssanon
i’m dappa don
and after mine there will be non
d-mn i mean there will be nun
i will be one
of the greatest things you’ve ever felt, you’ve ever seen
or heard, carter, hard work, y’all scared
not me
not i
call me young popeye
tell bruno i’m a nuno
i’ll bring ral to your funrol
d-mn i mean funeral, funerol
you say tomato i say tomata
you say get ‘em i say got ‘em
yea i got ‘em
man you better keep paying me cause you don’t want my problems
i be wilding like capital one… what is in your wallet?
you fly
but what is it to pilot?
weezy i’m at the top foot up in your bottom
d-mn i mean foot up in your -ss
i kick that sh-t now gon’ put it in the trash
diesel

uh, i’m get money like a m-th-rf-cker
shades darker then a b-tch but i could see
i got everything
you got nuthin’
you ain’t got nuthin’ on me
yeahh i’m getting money like a m-th-rf-cker
yeaa money you ain’t never see yeaa
uh uhh
and you ain’t got nuthin’ on me
yeah i’m get money like a m-th-rf-cker
shades darker then a b-tch but i could see
and yeah i got everything
you got nuthin’
but you ain’t got nuthin’ on me
and yeah, i’m getting money like a m-th-rf-cker
yeah, big money n-gg-
big money n-gg-
big money n-gg-
yeahh and you ain’t got nuthin’ on me

- lil wayne

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