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Lil Wayne

"My Birthday"

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on
Basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my sh*t
Fresh up out the water like I caught fly fish
Weezy F. b*tch, I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little doggs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead
sh*t, like "Go, Wayne, go!"
Ice on a white tee, I make a snow angel
Y'all n*ggas squares, but ain't got no angle
My sh*t's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money, ain't no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers
Call them "private plane clothes"
I'm taking off, going to another land
Call her misses, never going to another man
Shabba Ranks Weezy, muthaf*cker, I'm a lover man
Yeah talk that sh*t Tune
I gotta wipe my diamond grill with a tissue
I'm talking too much sh*t
I eat pus*y and you suck di*k

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't
The same. No homo, that's how I came in the
The game, I married Mary Jane, I seen the
Spidermane, the sh*t that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain. Told Lois Lane
I can't be a Super Mane, my whole
Suit black like bat mane and I keep that iron, mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out
The game, I'm back at the halftime
Like it's just an ankle sprain
Ain't no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like ? at the competitors
It's mass hysteria. Historic in
Your area, 51 alien, what planet is he from
Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the shotgun
Picture Bugz with the shotgun up to Elmer Fudd
All my thugs get dirty like we running
In the mud, we 7:30 livewires
Plug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, b*tch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a love-stain
I came from nothing, f*cking calling hoes
And flying planes; who the f*ck could complain?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I'm styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy siding on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqó
Gudda: I'm the East gang schizo
It's no coincidence, man, I bet your b*tch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
How I yell a n*gga but my heart dark like nut skin
b*tches aiming for the pockets? You get nothing
Let me get back in it, b*tch
I just go ahead first, you be on that timid sh*t
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy sh*t
sh*tting on b*tches with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me sh*t!" n*ggas in the streets say
"Kill them all!" b*tch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon. I'm just eating n*gga
I'm getting my dinner on
And your b*tch licking: getting her lizard on

[T-Streets]
Talk reckless, I don't give a muthaf*ck
I make you do what you is, b*tch n*gga, duck
Come for you and your kids like n*gga what
n*ggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts
Young Money n*gga: big di*ks, big trucks
I'mma smash a n*gga if he try to diss us
Go to court: the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main b*tch would miss us

[Mack Maine]
It's Mack Maine: ain't sh*t to discuss
I get up in a b*tch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with n*ggas like Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like "b*tch, what?"
My n*ggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My di*k big: that's why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of "real" n*gganitis
He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I'm a warrior. They compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee: I ain't about discussing prices
Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I'm poltergeisting
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like
Blanka or Bison. Slicing, dicing
Like w butcher knifeing. Wifing
b*tches? Never, that sh*t is trifling
Young Money the f*cking nicest
Put words together like a f*cking hypen
n*gga don't make us start f*cking rifling
n*gga we got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on n*ggas and jack the for their stipend
Catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking
I'm with every video vixen you liking
I'm the reason your b*tch dyking
How I get like this?
I'll pump a n*gga breaks, something like Midas
I try to be modest, n*gga I'm honest
And this is what I did for my birthday, b*tch
I ain't get no pus*y though

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