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Lil Wayne

"Shovlin’ Snow"

[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah n*gga, n*gga, what, look

[Hook: Birdman]
We shovlin' snow the hood is all great
He know where to go so we pushing off weight
We all good with the hoes and the hood
And we stash in the house like a pimp should, n*gga
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[Verse 1: Curren$y]
New era fitted low, favorite team on my hat
Fly boy n*gga I should have wings on my back
Murder and drugs, you never seen none of that
I'm cheating on my girlfriend, sleeping with my gat
How you gon' tell me about me?
Curren$y ... way back in the G
Back when Pimp C may pump the party
And Soulja Slim laced up his first pair of reece
Yeah, I got a fashion for flare
I got a stain on my birdmans but I don't care
I f*ck with baby money and get a hundred more pair
Young Money we connected and respected everywhere
Yeah, but I'm just tryna' to be cool
And see if I can get decisions flew in from Peru
.. in projects, and holla in my booth
Now shorty when this package come let me put it by you, aight

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Ah
Standin' in my D-boy stance is all gravy
Baby, probably see me ridin' in my sky-blue Mercedes
Probably with my lady
I got the seat laid back and my pimp posture
She doin' the speed limit while I'm eating shrimp pasta
Two hands on the wheel with the thick glasses
Cops pull us over probably think she take classes
But she don't go to community college
Graduated from the block, she got yayo knowledge, homie
Load up the shells, light up the L's
Put the work on the scale without breaking the nails
Plus she likes to cook that good crack
See to me she a diamond but to you she a hood rat
See that's my b*tch and I'm her n*gga
State the state, paper plates 'til the money is bigger, yeah
Good mommies put your ones up
And when the feds come put the guns up
Let's get it ma'

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
n*gga
This is the payback
I know them b*tch n*ggas from way back
When I was in the project selling crack, n*gga
With two macs and the 'lac laid back, homie
Gettin' paper like a n*gga supposed to
We hear you n*ggas talking fly sh*t
Young money cash money ain't gon' ride a b*tch, n*gga
And make us flat all your tires quick
And grab the hammer c*ckin' straight between your eyes, b*tch n*gga
We flippin' work through the airport
I got my ho holdin' dope in her as*h*le, n*gga
We got the streets poppin', homie got the institution
And I ain't done whole head n*ggas ..
And we be poppin' that monster cart
'Cuz when the gag got it poppin', some n*ggas go to droppin' n*gga
So drop it like it's hot, pimp let me get that plaque
Got a million in the house, and twenty in the cab, wha!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
They call me Weezy F, baby from my hard work
I told hardware something up or coffin jump
Leapin' this 6 feet 0, be bold
And then you be home to beast on
Lil n*gga know so, them lil n*ggas playin' with no clothes
I kill them all put on a jacket 'cuz that's cold
My old rollie hands to the froze
When no tick tack I'm getting money run the Glock boy
Am I hot boy, you b*tch about me
And if you trippin' she b*tch 'bout me
I've been 'bout me, n*gga
Weezy F baby, key-sellin' like the naval base
I got woofers in this place to bang, n*gga I got nasal base (shi')
I got white parts of haze so kick some soul 1988, n*ggo

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