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Lil Wayne

"She Will (Remix)"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I tell her "now gon' pop that pus*y for a real n*gga"
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
n*ggas is jealous, but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord is my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hoola hoop
Karma is a b*tch? Well just make sure that b*tch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm, Ray Charles to the bullsh*t
Now jump up on that di*k and do a full split!

[Hook: Drake]
She just started to pop it for a n*gga
And looked back, told me "baby it's real"
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go
Anywhere but here, baby you know the deal
Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but sh*t, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will
Do it for the realest n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest n*ggas in the f*cking game right now, she will

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Your head shorty, you can put it on me
Smelling sweeter then the cleanest home, having the pool party
She eat it just to be alone and do it all for me
And mommy working like she trying to take all of this dough from me
Now let her go and get her bread and think about how much she know
She f*cking with the realest n*gga
It's why I think she throw the pus*y at me until it's funny
n*gga need to be an octopus to carry all this money
She looked at me and said "Let's get it cracking Boo
I want to f*ck, the way make this money and the music I be dancing to"
Discretely she's imagining a n*gga hurting it
Finagling while regulating b*tches she be working with
The way I murder sh*t, you should call a doctor, or sh*t call the cops
f*ck a car, my helicopter's in the parking lot
Shorty, and while you hope a n*gga fit
Do a summersault and land up on that good di*k

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
And I tell her "go on! Pop that pus*y for me"
Haters can't see me but b*tches still looking for me
And you could take it to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that "wine and dine"
Try to check me and I'mma have em checkin pulses
They say "choose wisely" that's why I was chosen
Rocking like the asphalt, it's the cash's fault
Looked in the face of death and took it's mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl's face South and her ass North
But I'm Ray Charles to that bullsh*t
Now hop up on my di*k and do a full split!

[Hook]

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