Lil Wayne, Kidd Kidd - Fuck A Nigga Thoughts lyrics

Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.

[Lil Wayne, Kidd Kidd - Fuck A Nigga Thoughts lyrics]

Ha ha! Young…Moula Baby

Ok, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He ain't even thank
He ain't 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
Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws
And yall ain't 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 it's fly
Carter inducted to fly squader
Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin ain't dead
Because im pimpin like a motha fucka
Now where ya ho 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 ain't gotta tell me I already smell it
Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut
Butter and jealous you’re 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 don’t care what you know
You don’t know nothing bout this
And I hope your ass choke when
You suck on my dick weezy


Ok, I’m strapped up im strapped up
Downtown many acts straight jackets
Ain't 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 ain't lookin stupid
You beat me to bad bitch
Im comin back shootin
Fool im a fool, I do what I do
It’s like fixin broke cars with tools ima use
Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug
Catch it when it's juss you
Your like it wasn’t 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 o’clock 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
Don’t play with them cuz shoot he’ll shoot
I’m loose as a goose on
That goose with them hoes
I’m 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 don’t worry
Where tha Kid at nigga huh


Uptown 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 don’t play that, I kill on ASAP
We don’t do shit but get money all day
Put some tennis on my bullets
Now they runnin yall way
YM, 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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