Lil' Wayne Blowing up Fast Lyrics:
bitch I'm Mack Maine and this young
money lil brotha get 'em
straight out the hood a young hoodlum
done what I shouldn't did when they say I couldnt
hid where all the killers hid at
hung where the otha hustlas slung at
waitin on da get back
get dat
flip dat
debatin on da mix match
switch dat from dope to coke I'm going up fast
now you niggaz is slowin up fast
(secret weapons) "i can hear myself
but I can't feel myself, I wanna feel
myself like tweet!"
now my niggaz is blowin up ass
if I tell 'em you niggaz is holdin up cash
rollin up steppin outta the phantom's ass
put cha lighters away ur talkin 2 a can of gas
there's nuthin 2 say no matter who comes to ask
and murder ain't funny but we do love to laugh
shit we jus livin take money take baths
take a nigga bitch and fuck her
and send her back wit nothin
now isn't dat disgusting
give him back his sista give him back his cousin
yea go make a stack or sumthin
go and buy urself a spine and give back da frontin
yea and to end dat discussion
I been had strength I just got da muscle
fuck ya this that n the otha
I see my people struggle wish that they wasn't
the government try to put us in a muzzle
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but ur 2 fingaz ain't the pieces to da puzzle
shit so to each his own hustle
and I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin
then wake up to the fuckin
breakfast in bed don't 4get my english muffin
hawaiin punch tastes like robitussin
a nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin
come on mama drop that La Perla
dick millimeter cock back and murda
thank senorita we cannot go any further
if my girl catch us both in the spot she will merk us
pussy niggaz talkin all that slop we will merk his
hungry ass niggaz I tote 2 hamburgers
who want beef who want beef I bring
it to ur front door and now you
seem nervous
2 seater swervin
traffic 2 hell wit it
shit u can't die wit it can't go to jail wit it
might as well wild in it passin in it fail in it
me I excel fishtail and tailwhip it
give them niggaz sumthin 2 tell them bitches
smellin like money at the full court scrimage
the fam at the table got a 4 course dinner
young money cash money throw confedi on da winners
and yet he understood us so when
we told em' break it off
cuz gangstas dont' talk one word'll be a war
and yo platoon can't handle the destruction
hard body baby killin sound like seduction
them niggaz chase dope bitches follow the instructions
sometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the oven
so tell the public I'ma do my thing
just as soon as I hear dat bing
I got it coming
comin' up
you niggaz jus runners up
and runnin up'll get u in dat wheel chair forever
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I'm still here forever
cuz the lil'nigga better than all you niggaz together
I'm gone