Lil Wayne - Believe That Lyrics
f/ Blaque, Mannie Fresh* send corrections to the typist[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)Fine *****, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladiesI do cause I wanna push a cat-eye MercedesI do it for my dudes, do it for my dudesAll the niggas on the block that got that work to move(Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne)It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty SouthGet up your dope, I'm putting birdies outLike thirty in my mouth, so I can say***** you ***** you still ain't got a dirty mouthThe hood still ain't got over the droutSo you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya houseNigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya houseI'm a boss man, I watch over the SouthJazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you familyMy boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimpMami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homeyYou know we only, keepin it gangstaDeep in the Range, 17 in the chamberAll I need is my banger, nigga it's WeezyThis shit is over somebody cue me(Chorus)(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne)You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you manLose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see meY'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, manI played on Martin, call me hustle, manAnd now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, manBut on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunderThat rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on waterHow do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue orHigh with water, how do you want it manAy, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dunI den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the roadFor the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this sonThat's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned(Chorus)
