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If I Die Today - (Originally Performed by Lil Wayne feat. Rick Ross)
Fo' fo' bulldog, my mother fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka fetch
I'm fking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get psy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset been fking the world and ngga I aint cum yet!
You fk with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these nggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my fking address, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them nggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, btch i got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow btch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make btch ngga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palm olive in a ngga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that pays your car notes
Well connected I got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
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Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a ngga who don't give a fk
Empty the clip than roll a window up
pussy ngga sweet, you nggas center bun
I'm in a red btch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass ngga, Pssy ass ngga
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass ngga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that btch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
Nggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fking up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthafk huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah
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