Fuck A Nigga Thoughts (Feat. Nutt Da Kidd) Lyrics

Lil WayneHa-ha!
Young.Moula Baby
Ok, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He aint even thank, he aint even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank
Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint.
Pick that pussy up naw let him lay
Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day(x4)
Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws
And yall aint nothing but nails in a wall
Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha fucka
Off my hip clip empty like a motha fucka
Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but its fly carter inducted to fly squader
Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin aint dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka
Now where ya hoe at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring the N-O back like a nigga with no back
Ima go forward
The top gon get lowered
Them hoes gon get cut like a sword I kno it
Ye aint gotta tell me I already smell it

Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous
Youre Los like Angeles
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Juss like Van Halen ima rock out bitch
Ima wear that glock like a fuckin outfit
I dont care what you know, you dont know nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy
Kid-KidOk, Im strapped up
Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets aint strapped up
And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do
And im like let me at em call me Scrappy Doo
After tha scrap with u I aint lookin stupid
You beat me to bad bitch im comin back shootin
Fool im a fool, I do what I do
Its like fixin broke cars with tools ima use
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug
Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasnt juss you
I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to
Fuck me, naw bend ova nigga fuck you
See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you
Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose
Ill put you on tha 10 oclock news
One, two buckle ya shoes
Here come tha Kid Crew
Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food
Do use M-0 2s and tell from whole and frooz
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
Dont play with them cuz shoot hell shoot
Im loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes
Im playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose
Im tha truth nigga floose im a murderer, Fuck mooke
Put niggas on mute like
Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at dont worry where tha Kid at nigga huh
Lil WayneUptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in a hemi that would offend me
Try a maybach or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya
Paychecks on paychecks but I still want pay back
I still dont play that, I kill on ASAP
We dont do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way
I am Young Moula, Young Money all day
Where tha drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of yall say you want drama im honered
Blitz yo ass like a motha fuckin lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still where red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda
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