those flashin' lights Welcome to after light I put on for them bitches on on for them bitches I put on for them bitches on on I put onnnnnnnnnnn
that flashin light, Welcome to afterlife I put on for dem bitches, On On for dem bitches I put on for dem bitches, On ONNNNNNNNNNn Put on for dem bitches, On
flashin light, Welcome to afterlife I put on for dem bitches, On On for dem bitches I put on for dem bitches, On ONNNNNNNNNNn Put on for dem bitches, On
Wininng and getting money [Fabolous] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on for my city, I aint got no choice but to rep I put
do this Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow And I put
Ch) Aight you Lil' Kim clone clown, All this buffoonery shit stops now. Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud, I put hands on this bitch like
shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side you dont wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne
I don't bust back, because I shoot first [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Meet me on the fresh train Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest
[Lil Wayne] Too many women, and not enough time Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar
chopper stupid long, New Orleans nigga, I get super Dome, Loyal to the game, the game been good to me, Still spittin' fire, you niggas wood to me, We on
Gudda, moving everything around you It's Young Money bitch At the top is where they found us, nigga [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, goons on deck Marley don't shoot them Silence on
you Lil Kim clone clown all this buffoonery, the shit stops now time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I put hands on this bitch like a spa
[Intro - Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's on Basically.. I got the Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Now let me talk my shit!
a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game
the ugly girls want me Put the Pretty girls on me, Make the shy girls horny, make the fly girls corny But On-ly for me, Cuz of who I A-M, Holla back
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, Shit on the track, shit on
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryin
city but were connected like cable. Ya, we go straight, seven to sable. We put rhymes in your head, yaa??ll put money on the table. Weezy, thank you for
