DJ Drama - Ain't I lyrics

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DJ Drama - Ain't I lyrics

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] I'm the real, I'm the authentic, the fact and the truth It's Jae Millz, brown skin, but I'm black in the booth And for the green or that white, you'll see red Mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread Then your a** dead, no need for a hospital room or a bed Just tell his momma to get him some nice threads So at least he'll be a b**h a** nigaa dyin' in style He didn't want to look up to me now he gotta look down Somebody better tell em on these beats I'm a beast Half man half animal like king on Tekken I'll wreck him, hell ya Young Money is what I'm reppin' Respect em' or I'll put you on that highway to heaven Matter of fact p**y you'll get your own lane With no speed limits so you can get there in a minute It's Dedication 3, there's no replacin' we That's like askin' a group of m**ms where that bacon be Straight Grand Patron flow, there is no chasin' me And that amnesia is what my medication be That's that Amsterdam grade A, I'm smokin' in the Netherlands So high that I'll probably f**in' never land b**h [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Muthaf**in' psychopath Young Money cave men, muthaf** a Geico add Fo' Fo' bulldog, f** around and bite yo a** sh**tin' on you b**hes now let me flush the toilet and wipe my a** b**h I'm ballin' I like my cash, no I'm lying I love my dough Got them hoes fallin' like a hundred million dominoes But I don't eat pizza, I eat p**y when he wouldn't Holla at ya guala, yeah b**h it's me Kickin' muthaf**as out the kitchen heat I'll put you where the fishes sleep And when they wake, you'll be the fishies feast Yeah, I'm a shark you see my fin ho Bullet leave a hole in ya face, not a dimple Straight from the N.O., it's no problemo To put a n***a brains on the muthaf**in' window Ugh, damn right I'm nasty How I come through in that white eyed Aston The leather guts and might I add in It's black on chrome like Darren McFadden Yeah, and don't be comparin my swag with These wack-a** n***as thats o-so-swagless Yeah, and call me Mr. Swag-more Gotcha girlfriend open like some f**in' pores Or open like some f**in doors, n***a it's f** you and I'm f**ing yours From the bedroom to the floors...who*es

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