lil wayne feat. YT Triz & Rick Ross vamonos

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Pull up and drop a nia like a domino, vamonos
I'mma tell a nia bye like adios, vamonos
(1 – YT Triz)
Which one of these puy ass nia's wanna
Make a nia smoke em like some marijuana
See the chopper, we can pull around the corner
Feel em your back and got the monkey on em
Fore they turn your baby momma to a loner
I stopped selling rocks but I keep a stoner
Never leave without it, I'mma keep it on me
Throw back and leave you lonely
Bh puy super wet it's Aquifina
I'mma beat the puy, Ike and Tina
All I know is racks like Sabrina
Leave for the white bih, French and Trina
Nia's say that we we're beefing, so I'm eating dinner
Pretty puy popping paint a perfect picture
I pull and puff it, pass it fly as caterpillar
Nia you ain't getting money, you ain't witcha
I've been tryna get a rolling Rova like a rollie polly
Down to my last jugg don't smoke type
Put a bad bh on the molly, holy mollie
Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck while we loaded
Working like a Mexican, I'm getting cash for it
Finna pull a robbery, just bought a mask for it
Talk street nia sense, take a class for it
And I'll get to a nia if he ask for it
Pull up and drop a nia like a domino, vamonos
I'mma tell a nia bye like adios, vamonos
Why you talking on the phone bih?
Ain't no talking on the phone bih
Ain't no talking on the phone bih
Ain't no talking on the phone bih
Pull up and drop a nia like a domino, vamonos
I'mma tell a nia bye like adios, vamonos
(2 – Rick Ross)
Four carbonators in the dome
Pull up sideways, two six in the trunk
That's how my little woe ride
Hit finger licking, got a ho on the north side
Black bottles in the bando
Nia ready to ride, runnin' out like Rambo
Red light in the Lambo
Getting money so you know they heard I keep heavy ammo
RIP out the
No shirt, blowing dope, they consider me a hassle
If ya got it, I'mma snatch you
Talking check fboy, so I think it's time to cash you
Haters thought it was a costume
Til I blow thirty racks 30 minutes up at
Broke nia better check mine
Ice on, even put on a Tec 9
(Repeat)
(3 – Lil Wayne)
Get the cash out the envelope, count it on the ironing board
That's a body blow, he comatose
Stand over him, blaow, now he ghost
Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it's cold
Balling since 94, feeling like a pot of gold
Neighborhood jump like Geronimo
My bih puy taste like Haagen Dazs
Ride and die, you get buried like
Time to go, you got to go when it's your time to go
I catch you later like a common cold, down to roll
I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of hoes
I rob a store, slap a girl, I even rob the poor
My stomach hurting, palms itching with a snotty nose
Coming through your curtains, guns spitting aiming high and low
That's how it go, I need a fix, a nia diagnose
I need to fix this fking sickness before I explode
My momma said the streets wicked, I said ma I know
And only thing pops said was how much I owe
And cops giving nia's tickets just for driving slow
And tell me its the codeine, I saw high and low
A giant with the green, I ain't jolly though
It's YM, that's my team, nia, vamanos
(Repeat)

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