Lil Wayne - D'usse lyrics

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Lil Wayne - D'usse lyrics

This motherf**in’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and sh**… word to God; Hov f** with ya boy C5 Okay n***a I got em' Point em' out and I got em' Let 'em get a lil buzz Then we robbin' for pollen We ain't k**in' no minors You n***as still in the minus And your b**h, we gonna blind her Can't pick a side off the lineup I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these n***as Shoot you in your earth And get earthworms on me n***a I been did my time I'm getting better with time But real n***as don't whine We'll burn down your vineyard I been ballin' since cornrows Still duckin' the narcos My little n***as, in war mode You spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad b**h with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless twins Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I’m with Slim Wrestlin' with lobster limbs Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns Yes lord We on that D'usse, me and my n***a Euro Tina Turn up in this b**h We got Lauryn in this b**h Serena Pink in this b**h, better known as Pinky Yah dig? What's up Brandon? Lego! Holly Grove n***a, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy Rest in peace, [?] The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark f** them shellfish Everybody in the building Well I left that b**h like Elvis n***a please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put in on everything I'ma give that f**in' woman everything, everything Here we go, b**h I'm cool, Coolio She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know f** who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that b**h gon' Need a new nose And I got time for you hoes sh** I only have two goals and that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I'm ridin' 'round the city, with the top off the Maybach Lookin for a motherf**in' spot we can skate at Elvis left the building And I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain't stuntin these n***as, eyes look chinese Wayne-chong to these n***as, Wayne-chong b**h! More than one b**h This for my n***as, we shall overcome, b**h From New Orleans, n***as dyin' over dumb sh** You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, f** b**hes, k** n***as and smoke weed I'm married to this sh** and I'm a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no good You better bring that chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood, that 45 ain't no good You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, n***a You better bring the chopper, you better bring the chopper You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, yeah We gon' have them choppers, we gon' have them choppers You better bring the chopper, cause we gon' have them choppers, n***a Mula! My n***a hood in this b**h Still on that D'usse Shout out my n***a Lil Twist, my lil brother He just pa**ed out in the club the other night off that D'usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That's some Young Money sh** Soo Woo to the B gang Rest in peace [?]

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