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Chrome on the monster leather
Wit' a top model and a
I'ma Rottweiler yes rock 'n' roller
Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller

Chrome on the leather intestines
With a top and a contestants
Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby straight up out da stroller

1:]
Im higher than the system marley twist 'em
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was
On myself Im ballin' you haterholics
Im the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly from California
'Dem after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes for that rattle homie
And I aint got a I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' jus' bein' booL
Im talkin' foreign money a European dude
Yeah Im heavy mane so you reconsider
I hit you one fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm I got soul yall
I travel all the world like a postcard
My flow cold around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock a closed door
Weezie's 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more hoods than a store
Im successful I got more shit you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water a boat ore
Young Carter the
boy risin' like hot water and 'caine

Whip it stretch it and it
stretch it and flip it [x3]

2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the
Money runnin' like bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the he up in the club
Now she leave so we fuck in the club
Am I lucky or what Playboy
And I big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my Pete Samprace
And a drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my head up like my is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that evenin'
I'ma be screamin and Eagle
Yeah that's rite Apple and
Hollygrove 17 I leave you
Nope, and this is just the
But I'm already workin on the
Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up a hundred arms
Im like underarms
The engineers a thunderstorm
My hunger then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was but the third times a charm

Weezy Baby