Lil Wayne, Curren$y - Alchemist Shit lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Curren$y - Alchemist Shit lyrics]
That's jazzy right there
Yeah, oh oh, hold up, oh
Bring it back, bring it back yeah
(It's Gangstra Grillz ya bastards)
Yeah, Hot Spitta yeah, chick snatcher
YM, young and sexy yeah, yeah
Just can't help this fetish we got
For fuckin other niggas hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get
'em up out of their clothes
Come on homie, you know how it goes
Just respect the fact that we
The niggas she chose
We just a bunch of young niggas with dough
So we leaving with her and
You'll be leaving alone young Money, nigga
Since I'm the best I walk with extra gestures
Lead on my hip for the textbook testers
Write me with a pen and put
Your name at the end
I'll invite you and a friend to a game
And I don't ball
But you would swear I hit the
Game winnin’ shot and all
The seats don't fold
Baby girl this the floor
Ugh, baby girl this the boy
I please a lot of ladies
So please say the, please say the
She say the baby
I'm a young macaroni, with cheese
My girl from Belize, she never wanna believe
I'm a rapper she'd just rather
Think I'm handsome and sweet
Told me when I'm in it real deep
Love how I get ill when I get real street
Like Bushwick Bill bitch gimme three feet
I'm so Hollygrove mama
Hope you feel my gangsta
And if you do, I don't blame ya
Just can't help this fetish we got
For fuckin other niggas hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get
'em up out of their clothes
Come on homie, you know how it goes
Just respect the fact that we
The niggas she chose
We just a bunch of young niggas with dough
So we leaving with her and
You'll be leaving alone young Money, nigga
This is a dedication! (Gangsta Grillz)
Rest in Peace Soulja Slim
Yeah, oh oh, hold up, oh
Bring it back, bring it back yeah
(It's Gangstra Grillz ya bastards)
Yeah, Hot Spitta yeah, chick snatcher
YM, young and sexy yeah, yeah
Just can't help this fetish we got
For fuckin other niggas hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get
'em up out of their clothes
Come on homie, you know how it goes
Just respect the fact that we
The niggas she chose
We just a bunch of young niggas with dough
So we leaving with her and
You'll be leaving alone young Money, nigga
Since I'm the best I walk with extra gestures
Lead on my hip for the textbook testers
Write me with a pen and put
Your name at the end
I'll invite you and a friend to a game
And I don't ball
But you would swear I hit the
Game winnin’ shot and all
The seats don't fold
Baby girl this the floor
Ugh, baby girl this the boy
I please a lot of ladies
So please say the, please say the
She say the baby
I'm a young macaroni, with cheese
My girl from Belize, she never wanna believe
I'm a rapper she'd just rather
Think I'm handsome and sweet
Told me when I'm in it real deep
Love how I get ill when I get real street
Like Bushwick Bill bitch gimme three feet
I'm so Hollygrove mama
Hope you feel my gangsta
And if you do, I don't blame ya
Just can't help this fetish we got
For fuckin other niggas hoes
They recognize us wherever we go
So it's easy for us to get
'em up out of their clothes
Come on homie, you know how it goes
Just respect the fact that we
The niggas she chose
We just a bunch of young niggas with dough
So we leaving with her and
You'll be leaving alone young Money, nigga
This is a dedication! (Gangsta Grillz)
Rest in Peace Soulja Slim