LIL' WAYNE - D'USSE SONGLYRICS

LIL' WAYNE - D'USSE SONGLYRICS

This motherfuckin’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and shit… word to God; Hov fuck with ya boy, C5

Okay nigga I got em', Point em' out and I got em', Let 'em get a lil buzz, Then we robbin' for pollen, We ain't killin' no minors, You niggas still in the minus, And your bitch, we gonna blind her, Can't pick a side off the lineup, I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggas

Shoot you in your earth, And get earthworms on me nigga, I been did my time, I'm getting better with time

But real niggas don't whine, We'll burn down your vineyard, I been ballin' since cornrows, Still duckin' the narcos

My little niggas, in war mode, You spark it up, we charcoal, Got a bad bitch 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 nigga Euro, Tina Turn up in this bitch, We got Lauryn in this bitch, Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky, Yah dig? What's up Brandon? Lego!

Holly Grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin, Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, Rest in peace, The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them shellfish

Everybody in the building, Well I left that bitch like Elvis, Nigga please, Pops treated mom like Billie Jean, Like hot sauce, I put in on everything, I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything, everything

Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio, She say "Tune, do me slow", How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know, Fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds

And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that bitch gon', Need a new nose, And I got time for you hoes, Shit 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 motherfuckin' 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 niggas, eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas, Wayne-chong bitch! More than one bitch, This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch, From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit

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, fuck bitches, kill niggas and smoke weed

I'm married to this shit 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, nigga, 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, nigga, Mula!

My nigga hood in this bitch, Still on that D'usse, Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother, He just passed 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 shit, Soo Woo to the B gang, Rest in peace

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