Lil Wayne Feat. Jay Jones- “Go braz” Lyrics

I can’t handle name of b*tch*s i aint f*cking
I’m a bagga
Keep it real, if i ain’t f*ck them
I broke too and get them head up
Got a b*tch cooked like a chef
I had a wore from out the Meth
She like to s*ck d*ck with no mouth
She say she do sh*t with no help
control myself
I’ve been working overtime, I owe myself
I like by b*tch*s thick and quick
They go an lick below the b*tt
I brought a goat the highly grove [?]
To hold out to my shold
What happen on these tours buses like big like nobody know
Got a plug on line 1, had to put ‘hem on hold
Talking numbers trying to see how i’m gonna get rid of that ghost [?]
Talking big money for sure, I don’t trick money to wore
I’m a keeping running until, i’m getting three hundred a show
Yeah b*tch! (Intro)
Ride with mula
Yeah thats the mob
Come check with Dram
And do ya job
Im not worth of yo controversy
Im not thirsty baby im allergic
Colder than a hockey jersey
Dirty like Kentucky derby
I was lying on a gurney
I dont wanna die early
I was screaming f*ck the world
You was singing like a birdie
Never be concerned or worried
Two girls like Leverne and Shirley
Wake up in the morning early
Tell em that i love em dearly
They say oh my god have mercy
Shining like a i got on Jergens
You can hear my diamonds screaming
Like they just met god in person
Oh my gawd the squard allerted
I confirm it
They hop up like kermit
Come to bless you like a sermon
My house look like peewee hermans
And you know i bought it furnished
Im determined like a turnish
Yall lil boys ain’t got attorneys
I just hope she not a burden
I just hope she got a purpose
That first week was power surging
Oh my gawd the socket working
I been listening to the money it been telling me its coming
Sound like music to my ears like a symphony of hunnids
Mama told me id be special grandma told me I’d be something
I made sure they wasn’t guessing
Made the most out they assumptions
Being everything but simple
Stretch a dollar like a limo
Got a grill in one dimple
Got my deal without a demo
Ride with mula
Yeah thats the mob
Come check with Dram
And do ya job
Thanksgiving is the name
Ice fox to the chain
Rolex to the watch
Motherf*cker playing games
(Verse 2)
I’ve got issue, I’ve got problems
We got missels on the drop
Got a wore from the Bahamas
Let me verify what her title
Brought that wore up in the condo
had a part with fernando
I’ve got condo in dresser? That’s why
I’m way to high for that sh*t man
I’ll be pressing all king of wrong sh*t man
I can’t follow ten, two f*cking directions
Every-time I try to f*cking order something
ahh, you know what I mean
If it got two extra f*ck*ng extra screens that you gonna go through
I’m straight
Know what I mean
Like that’s it
It’s just too much
Probably got to be the same button to press to accept the sh*t or deny
I wouldn’t know
That’s why
That’s why I don’t f*ck with social media
It ain’t no other reason
You know
Probably people feel like I have a real strong reason
Like, no cause
I want this or that
Nah man
I jus’ don’t know how and I’ll be way too twisted
Like way too twisted to be f*ck*ng with non a that
I don’t really text non a that
Just talk
I’m just not text savvy
I’m sorry
Baby you come sit down with me and smoke once you got some time
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Get some b*tch*s, beg the work an do the dishes that’s your job
I’ve been sipping, if they say I aint that n*gg* then them lying
I put cogga on the table made her read between the lines
I said stop wasting my time
I ain’t flex it, aint win it, I ain’t s*x her, I ain’t linnix
Credit Card ain’t got no limit
Got a mac with an extension
Wants see murder be a witness
You’ll boyz just min’ your business
Fore you’ll swimming with the fishes
I got the wait
I got the juice
I got the sauce
Smoking the green, really its verbal [?]
So i’ll be calling it hard
Woi, south beach with a bad b*tch
I was just an attrantish
i was just in a honda
Now i’m skrrting in a Bently Jones
Why don’t I use
Oh baby, why don’t I use
Why don’t I use social media
Hold on..

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