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Lil Wayne - Started lyrics

Y'all don't want no problems up in here These n***as wear dresses and y'all call me weird n***a? Go in n***as' pockets while we here What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear n***a Y'all don't want no problems up in here Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends k** n***as Brains came out his f**ing ear I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt I might pa** the motherf**er but most likely I'mma flunk Tell my b**h I could do bad on my own She say "You gon' miss me n***a." I say "b**h the thrill is gone" I ain't drove it look better in the driveway Married to the MOB, man you n***as just some bridesmaids b**hes give me head instead of playing mind games Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame You could get a Dom P bottle to your face n***as just construction workers, trynna build a case Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait Why your b**h blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate Motherf**er I'm like, Y'all don't want no problems up in here I f** her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her f**in' tears Knowing that ho, she'd swallow more than tears Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask, Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin' Ain't nothing like some p**y when you going through something Just called a bad b**h, I said I'm going through something Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200 p**y n***a keep your mouth closed like you chew onions Mother f**er I'm like, Y'all don't want no problems up in here Rather be judged by my jury, not a jury of my peers And I got some kush to hide in bra**iere And we only selling what the boat bring here n***a Y'all don't want no problems up in here Cause I got shooters on the roof like some f**ing reindeer And I'm probably with the model of the year I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous Young Money motherf**ing Entertainment And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here Yeah, me, myself and I, the f**ing Three Musketeers Smoke like I f**ing disappeared I check your p**y a**, and wait for it to clear n***a Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, n***a Started from the bottom now my whole team here n***a! Tunechi! Yeah, D5. Whatup Five? Worry bout me, give a f** about you Just as a reminder to myself Bust every single nut in her motherf**ing mouth I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...

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