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David Banner Lyrics

[Intro:]
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
With' a top model and a contestines
I'm a Rottweiler yes I'm a rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy f*****' Baby yeah straight up out 'da foller
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
With a top model and a contestines
I'm a Rottweiler yes I'm a rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy f*****' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller

[Verse 1:]
I'm higher than the solar system of the twizzle
I'm like Macaulay c**kin I was rich when I was p*****'
On myself I'm ballin' you n***** haterholics
I'm jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic
I'm like a set of keys I'm 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California
'Dem b****** after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my d*** and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie
And I ain't got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up five bickin' back jus' bein' bool
I'm talkin' foreign money like a European dude
Yeah I'm heavy man so you should reconsider
I hit you one time f*** up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul ya
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold f*** around and get a cold sore
I got this b**** on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' n***** folklore
I'm connected I got more hoods than a coat store
I'm successful I got more s*** than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore
Young Carter the name
Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine
[Bridge:]
Whip it stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it [x3]

[Verse 2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the club
Money runnin' like water b**** get up in the tub
I'm up in the club she up in the club he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we f***** the club
Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongue like skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace
And a n**** drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a n**** smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'm a be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
f*** with' me wrong I'll f*** with' yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim I'm calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
I'm funky like underarms
The engineers recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm
[Outro:]
Weezy f*****'
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