Million Dolla Baby - Lil Wayne （instrumental）

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(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say
(Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six digits, big engines Get lots of head like six midgets It just this code I live by, Represent the road I grew up by, And I see the game like an umpire. Mothafuck one time, and everything combined I am the boss, I have a nigga tell you about the gunline I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm fly and your boyfriend's an ostrich How much you cost bitch? See I will buy you and then sell you back like an auction. Okay? I am affiliated with DJ Drama And this Just Blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer I am a bingo on the beat like Carson Palmer And them niggas couldn't see me with panorama. (Haha) Niggas soft as a can of flowers You soft as a can of tuna You fuckin' with a piranha The ballin' is no illusion Paper tall as a tower I'm paid hoe, I could change your life all in a hour I promise I see the city skyline from my shower I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder Pow pow I'm higher than Mr. Childs Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile. Weezy!
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(Verse 2) My grill is gangsta, my aim is money The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/milli ... rics-lil-wayne.html ] They say feed the hungry, but these bitches is greedy But I'm awfully gifted, I am simply strategic It's come to my room, I make her feel like it's Egypt And she leave out that room feelin' like a paraplegic My fuck game is my capital feature I stuff her ass up like a pair of new sneakers Back to the subject at hand Baby I'm a wealthy ass young black man Flow more rare than finding black sand And, I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan I just want some paper like a fucking trash can Life is a maze so how's it hanging Pac-Man? I seem to amaze, as well as advance I'm so far ahead I gotta save the last dance.
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(Verse 3) Get it straight like panters I enhance, M.O.B., I'm all about my chips like Lance I be with animals with animal tactics, I swear I'm backed up like New York traffic You dumb fucks, you're nothing but lunch ducks, Big nuts hairs, swinging like nunchucks Hollygrove I'm claiming it like insurance I've been on the grind, nigga you're just a tourist, Flowers for the dead, say hello to the florists Fuck with me wrong bet I rush it like Borris Now they tryna kick it but I ain't Chuck Norris I kick it with Lil' Few and he rolling up a forest Can't be compared, no I'm not a thesaurus Can't be banned, I'm sorry Miss Delourous Fuck Wendy Williams, the bitch look like a dude Her body look chewed and her hair looks glued But let me get back to my food Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I I'm just gettin' high thinking about the Carter 5 My homies straight, my momma good and my daughter's fine Everyday I pray and thank the great Lord of mine Weezy baby, you're lookin' at greatness Gangsta Grillz, no braces Bitch

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