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New Lil’ Wayne Mix Freestyle

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I am the leather jacket, black glasses, all American bad boy;
I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy;
Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy;
Hate and I will leave ya chest the color of my flag boy;
Soo Woo , I do this , I’ll erase you like I drew you ;And I keep that toaster you can come and be my strudel ;
I’m so uptown, and er if you ain’t dont go uptown,;Yeah;
And now I’m on that rock ;
But why they let me in I’m a start shootin at a mosh pit, Hahaha;
Fuck is you talkin bout,
Weezy in ya mouth
Now;Weezy whatchu talkin bout;

Ah-oh, big money Weezy
White wife-beater with the sig underneath it
How do I feel? , I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers, disappear from the precinct, yeah

I’m ballin’, we ball out
Thoughts of we fallin’ until the ball bounce
I send some niggas with guns at y’all house
Only to find out you live in a doll house

Damn! But I thought you was tough though
We carry choppers on our necks, call it cut throat
We bury powers on the set that they come from
We know magic turn weed smoke to gun smoke

We ball first when we ride
You in a Hearse when you ride
I put my shoe down baby
And I’m holdin’ down Young Mula baby

Im so Hollgrove, New Orleans
Lilweezyana
home sweet home depot
you will need a hammer
it go down like fraiser
I aint talking Kelsey grammer
I be ting on your boys I need an alka-seltzer sandwich
Since I heard Plies I done brought the phantom back
Went and got me a 52 inch
Maybach
I’m eating like a big dog
Im so full, Im so good
Im so straight, you so fake
Im so hood

Yeah, I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say
Can’t see you lil *****, the money in the way
And I’m, I’m sittin high, a gansta ride blazin’
If you ain’t gon’ ride fly then you might as well hate

I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
No it ain’t my birthday but I got my name on the cake
Believe that, and if ya mans wanna play
And I’mma **** around and put that boy brains on the table

Pick ‘em up, and let ‘em lay
Where I’m from we see a *****n’ dead body every day
That’s, uptown, throw a stack at ‘em
*****z talk about me I’m throwin’ shots back at ‘em

I’m a pipe, she like a ****k addict
And she saw me cookin’ eggs, she though I was back at it
I grab my keys, *** I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must’ve f***** a thousand b****** and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin

Big w***, we don’t need a scale man
Big papers say g’mornin to the mailman
What’chu know ?bout putting bricks in the spare man?
I can stuff a coupe like a mother***** caravan

I’m in my zone my farm is so rare man
If there’s a zone you lookin’ at the chairman
How you want it? Show me my opponent
Show me my opponent

I’m still ballin’, a bullet gotta get me
And I’ve never been a ****y ?cause my hood’d never let me
Yeah a made ***** got made ****** wit me
I’ma motorcycle boy so I’m about to pop a wheelie

I’m fly as swagger right
Brown skin poppin’ like dynamite
Raw like china white, mami I

Dig your persona right
You look baby mama type
I know that got you kinda hyped
My ice is albino white

I hope that ‘ur vagina tight
I go underwater and I
Hope your piranha bite

Hot Carter, I’ma kiss the spot for you
And I’ma kiss it till you scream
Wait a minute er, ha
Yea, I turn you on like a handle
Like a television on the Weather Channel

‘Cause I make it rain girl
Now call me Wayne girl
You just an Earthling
You ain’t never been to Wayne’s World

Hey, see cash money is a army, I’m walkin’ wit purple hearts on me
You talkin’ to the sergeant
Body marked up like the subway in Harlem
Call him, weezy F baby, please say the baby

If you don’t see me on the block I ain’t tryna hide
I blend in wit the hood, I’m camouflage
Bandanna tied, so mommy join my troop
Now every time she hear my name she salute

I?m in here like, “Bitch, what’s up?”
Mechanic me, I could fix ya up
I could dick ya up, I could dick ya down
Shorty we could go wherever just pick a town

And my jewelry is louder than an engine sound
Big rocks like on the ground
Dirty like sex that’s on the ground
Weezy

I’m back like I forgot somethin’, I’m somethin’
Roll and rock rubbin’, rap runnin’
Miles like just tryin’ to get a flat stomach
Like Wayne a personal trainer
My aim is perfect, I bang ya
Period, like the remainder

Duration : 0:5:53

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