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Lil Wayne

"Shades"

YMCMB
I'm so twisted
Mack!
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch Im on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That b*tch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my b*tches do too

Verse 1: Mack Maine
Uh, Mack in this b*tch, tell em hoes I'm about it
These n*ggas sweet, a bunch of f*cking brownies
The f*ck youre talking about, b*tch Im a G like a thousand
Im on my one two, and b*tch Im still counting
You n*ggas got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the n*gga out 'em
You dont want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger f*ck nina, she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning (n*gga)
We so f*cking cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your b*tch chose (n*gga)
Im so Holley Grove, f-f*ck them other n*ggas
And if the gun's strong I'll paint a f*cking picture
n*gga You know what Im on, a bag of that strong
n*gga You know where Im going,(b*tch)im going, going, gone!
n*gga holler at your boy, I-I dont give a f*ck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n*ggas up
Mack!

[hook] Lil wayne
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch Im on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That b*tch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my b*tches do too

Verse 2: Birdman
Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
Hustler, shot caller
Kill 'em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause were winning
Five star, money, and power!
Hunting while we stunting (b*tch), triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid sh*t, bad b*tch born rich
Chandelier (sh*t), marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that b*tch
O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug
Greeny red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bossing on the shine, we the n*ggas running sh*t
Blood to blood-line, pearl white black tints
Head light, red light, spend them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim (n*gga), give ah f*ck about the price

[Hook] lil wayne
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch Im on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That b*tch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my b*tches do too

Verse 3: Lil Wayne
b*tch Im from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That b*tch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow I ain't with arguing, hah
Leave a n*gga leaking
If you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin
Got a buncha b*tches tweaking
To tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pus*y
Im on her walls like graffiti
You's dead pita bread, you're a fed ass n*gga
Im on my vampire, bloody red flag n*gga
f*ck f*cking with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed n*gga
Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash n*gga
And it's . party time excellent waynes world
Party time excellent Waynes world
Tonight im probably f*cking another n*gga girl
Party time excellent Waynes world

[hook] lil wayne
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter
I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch Im on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
That b*tch go pu
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That b*tch go pu
Got a mean ass swagga, my b*tches do too

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