Lil' Wayne - Lost Boys Lyrics

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Howdy do mother fuckaz its weezy baby

Niggaz bitchin and i gotta tuck the cannon.

Listen close i got duct tape and rope

I'll leave you missin like the fuckin o' bannons.

One hand on my money on hand on my buddy

That's the ak47 made his neighborhood love me.

Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin

Don't let that bird shit he got a weak stomach.

Niggaz know i'm sick i don't spit i vomit

Got it?

One egg short of the omelet.

Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg

Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise um.

I'm the sickest nigga doin it

Bet that baby.

These other niggaz dope i'm wet crack baby yes.

Get back get back boy it's a set back

Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap.

Them boys pussy born without a backbone

And if you strapped we can trade like the dow jones.

Wet him up i hope he got his towel on

I aim at the moon and get my howl on.

Some niggaz cry wolf i'm on that dry cush

And when it comes to that paper i stack books.

You heard what i said

I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head.

Life ain't cheap

You're better off dead.

If you can't pay the fee

Shout out my nigga fee.

See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key

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You outside lookin in so tell me what you see.

Its about money its bigger than me

I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me yea.

Don't miss you fuckin with the hit man

Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again.

Relax and take notes while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke - gun smoke gun smoke

Biggie smalls for mayor the rap slayer

The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers

Hail mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;

Take her gucci bag and the north face

Off her back jab her if she act

Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey

I don't wanna rape ya i just want the paper

The visa kapeesha? i'm out like "the vapors"

Who's the one you call mr. macho the head honcho

Swift fist like camacho i got so

Much style i should be down wit the stylistics

Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up

Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure

Then fuck your moms hit the skins til amnesia

She don't remember shit! just the two hits!

Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clits!

Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick

I guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown

I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"

Jacked her then i asked her who's the man; she said "b-i-g"

Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big you're dead wrong)

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