12 Dedication 2

"Dedication 2" bang, bang, I shot you down Alright, I think y’all ready this time Bang, bang, you hit the ground Bang, bang, that awful sound Y’all know what I come here for! Bang, bang, I used to shoot you down Call me the iPod King haha Call me Mr thanksgiving "Dedication 2, " that’s right Call me whatever the fuck you want You already Wake up Motherfuckers: it's Weezy you got a problem Hats to them Katrina victims we still mobbin' (Rest In Peace) Shiny, black coupe, at night Look like a goblin (Gangsta) AK on the backseat, baby, it's so (Oh! Gangsta Grillz, you bastards) Wake up Motherfuckers: it's Weezy you got a problem Hats to them Katrina victims we still mobbin' Shiny, black coupe, at night Look like a goblin AK on the backseat baby, it's so vivrant Watch me let it spray like A hydrant can't dodge it You not gettin' wet in the rain is not logic She won't give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged, just Live and direct from inside Of your bitch body, and (Gangsta) Hi there, ho what do you know? I'm ridin' In the same streets my pops Died in I got 'em, and I get that money tell my mama I'm grindin' And I'll be coming home with Our future in my pocket Shoot you if you block it Leave a nigga awkward murder the adults And let the kids get adopted Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour Goddamn! Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm the man And you better put my money In my hand stop playin'! Got ends no friends just brothers, one color And I spread the motherfucker all Over your room shutters Yeah, they knew better I'm two letters I'm like MJ at two-three: an OG Yeah, I'm low-key 'cause niggas And bitches is police I roll leaf patching up the game's Slow leak I'm Weezy Baby! See Lil Wayne Live Get tickets as low as $108 (Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Ha ha haha Let me catch my breath okay Pussy-ass pussy-ass ho Pussy-ass (Get 'em) pussy Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas (Ill) them broads laugh at you Them niggas won't kill ya And them niggas that's with you Could die right with ya (Gangsta! Oh) I'll be shootin everything up In my eyesight mister I say, "I might miss you But lil' FeFe gon' hit you And lil' Currensy'll split you Mack Maine'll straight flip you Let Taz Po ship you, then we all forget you" I'm sittin' in the kitchen, like "How can we all get richer?" Got paint on my hands from Painting the perfect picture Then, I tell lil' Josh "Roll up the perfect Swisher" Goddamn the hurricane to the weed Man: We miss ya i'm the best just listen I ain't what the game been Missin' that's my nigga Juelz I been here since twelve Ten shells, let 'em save themselves Fuck them niggas and they pals pow, pow!