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Lil' Wayne lyrics Look At Me lyrics [Hook] Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to ya Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes [Verse 1] It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman junior, huh Fool was smile but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cuz I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy Sucking on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and leave your broad at home she get took Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book [Hook] [Verse 3] Some call me Weezy But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze So move over what you say shortie We could do rent pussy Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas And beating went to the A Eat with desert fey But yeah I'm on my way Cuz I know he got that hay Hey little mami You a ghetto fire tin You come to my post on the island Come on that chronic He-he empty vodka bottles I be high he be drunk that my roll model I rolls by you with my seat reclining When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding Cash Money what you hollering, huh [Hook] Other Lil' Wayne lyrics: Come On lyrics Drop it Like it's Hot lyrics Enemy Turf lyrics Fuck The World lyrics Kisha lyrics Lights Off lyrics Loud Pipes lyrics High Beamin lyrics You Want War lyrics Young Playa lyrics Watcha Wanna Do lyrics Up To Me lyrics Tha Block Is Hot lyrics Respect Us lyrics Remember Me lyrics Not Like Me lyrics Enemy Tuff lyrics Hit U Up lyrics Everything lyrics Lil One lyrics Break Me Off lyrics Wish You Would lyrics Grown Man lyrics Shine lyrics Jump Jiggy lyrics Realized lyrics Tha Blues lyrics Let's Go lyrics Biznite lyrics Act A Ass lyrics Beef lyrics Fuck Wit Me Now lyrics Get Off The Corner lyrics On The Grind lyrics Wish You Could lyrics Lil' One lyrics Put It On Tha Streets lyrics Gangstas and Pimps lyrics Lovely lyrics Gangsta Shit lyrics Bloodline lyrics Where You At lyrics Worry Me lyrics 500 Degreez lyrics Go Hard lyrics Young'n Blues lyrics Fuck You lyrics Get That Dough lyrics Fo Sheezy lyrics Way Of Life lyrics Gansta Shit lyrics Believe That lyrics Gangsta And Pimps lyrics I Don't Know lyrics Shine (Extended Remix) lyrics Oh Boy lyrics Calling Me Killer lyrics |