Lil' Wayne - Favourite Things Lyrics

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[chorus:]

Coops cars big trucks

We ride rims that keep spinnin' (uh huh)

We stay so fly bandanas and cush linen

Chain swang pinky ring diamond things we ain't playin'

These are a few of our favorite things (yea)

[juelz santana:]

Now i get flyer than most do

Higher than most do

G4's or better how i fly through the coastal

I'm live with the toast dude i'm liable to approach you

Like 'hi' then 'bye' and i will just roast you

My dudes all the same here we shoot off and bang here

Red dot your nose like you was rudolph the reindeer

I'm fast when i race cars i smash and i scrape cars

Love candy paint but still keep my factory paint job (yup yup yup)

I'm a mack and i play hard

Choose a bitch scoop a bitch then back the play yard

Like 'hey ya hey ma open your mouth wide put your head down there'

Respect me i'm a pimp 'round here

Our doors go up on our whips 'round here (cause)

These are a few of our favourite things (yea)

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[chorus]

[lil' wayne:]

Carter me i'm stuntin' the carter yeah i'm youngin

Automotors runnin' off body temperature look at ya

Lookin' all shook up i'm a fly nigga rock my chain when i cook up

Evisu's gettin' took up cavalli's in the cleaners

Parallels on the beamer i swear that bitch hotter than the bullets in anena

You talkin' to a fever nigga get ya heat up

And i'm a dirty south boy nigga get ya teet up

I hit like roy not jones but williams

Findin' me a kelly make some destiny children

The recipe is cristal and sizzurp

Call that crizzurp get that from killer

Cam that's my man and juelz that's my nigger

Dip-dipset young money where the dessert

Naw where the desert

It's right up in that maybitch under that corinthian leather

(holla back nicca)

[chorus]

[juelz santana:]

We ridin big yo (yea) we drivin' bog yo (yea)

Stash box in the car we hidin' big blow

Ask joc (yea yea) even the kids know (yea yea yea yea)

That i'm the shit show (yea)

I ride more chrome i rock more stones

I got four chones and i ain't talkin' cookies nigga

I'm talkin' cash that last ('til when?)

'til the day that you pass

I'm talkin true facts i'm talking true stacks

Coops black coops that come with the roof back

Chasin' dig dough (yea) making big dough (yea)

That what we live fo' get a grip ho

That how we stroll down here that's how we roll down here

Spectacular chrome down here that's how it go down here

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