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Oh Let's Do It Lyrics

[Wayne talkin]
(f*** dat)..got T in dis b**** wit me (yea)
5th hit da weed (you got all dat s*** yea)
I got young money up and now I got my feet up
Toon in dis b**** tell my n***** throw dem b's up
Doin wat the f*** I want hate me all the f*** you want
Real n***** f*** wit me and I dont give a f*** who dont
Locked the CEO up and I'm the CEO f***!
Prison in feburary and I aint in no rush
Drink till I throw up n**** roll mo blunts
Ball so hard man I gotta go pro once
Hit him wit da shotgun call dat s*** da stop b***on
Call me doctor car-ter a.k.a young wild n****
A.k.a. no trial n**** AK click clack bow n****
f***** wit da kid and u'll b missin like balow n****
Yeaaaa swagga stoopid pack a uzi
100 clips n**** dats a movie aim at yo toupe
U sweet as kool-aid creme' brulay
I'm sharp as blue ray I f*** her today
Then she gotta skate young lupe
I hit the beat hard bobby bouche
I keep them tools on me get da screw face
Flowers for da dead here's a bouquet
LV's n**** on every suitcase
YM n**** it's a new day
We da champions n**** hoo-ray
Hammer in the louie duff
Take a n**** b**** she give me brains until I knew enough
Bullets come too fast to adjust
I dont give a f*** about my roof dat much
So I put it in the trunk and den da coupe sped up
Take da choppa out da trunk and just shoot dat up
Im weezy f and da f is for flame
Eat dese rappers chef up da game
s*** on da track s*** on da train
Murder da beat da beat was slain
Rest in peace dats a shame he kill anybody song
Versatile as f*** I switch it up like dennis rodman dome
No h*** you rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam
Now dey wan kno wat I be on
Get da f*** off my d*** my c*** my b****
B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home
And dey got my back pause no h*** no mardi call
Smokin on dat private grown it put me were I belong
All about my cheese cheddar mozarella provolone
f*** her for a hour long let her take a shower gon
Sorry baby but I'm in my I don't wan b by da zone
Yeaaa hah ur a groupie get on yo duty
Two women give me head call dat two face
b**** I'm too great take ya food tray I was born on doomsday
Uh a-aint no n**** like me
Wats up to my gang big b's like a brightland
Take a n**** b**** she ride my d*** like she cyclin
Then she can't walk run or jump like white men
F-f*** you n***** wan do
No ceilings let the bullets rain on you
Weezy f da f is for f*** what you goin thru
Make ya people mourn you haha okay lets do it
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