Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Boo Album: Dedication 4 Song: Amen Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lil Wayne] Ay whassup wit'chall niggaz? Yeah... Gangsta Grillz you bastards! Now there's a couple married bitches in the building - fucked them I get that mouth I get that pussy - the end I see you niggaz got no life - +The Sixth Sense+ She said she wanna fuck my brains out but she gon' have to suck this dick firrrrrst! Preach, fuckin right I'm geeked She sat on my dick, she sat on my face, I told that bitch she got good seats Man, these niggaz softer than fleece, shoot these niggaz in they obliques You talkin shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in yo' sleep Yeah - bitch you know the motto! It's Young Money over hoes Lyin to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio Gettin to the money, now the money gettin to me She say my ver-dict, is hung like a jury I'm on the track, DOA, some of these niggaz be DEA Money tall, NBA, broke niggaz, SMH Hit it like Canseco while she tell you "No way Jose~!" I got her all that white, what you call that? O-KKK! Every night, I go hard she blow me like Boston George She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy - three car garage These niggaz is false alarms, they don't mean no fuckin harm Hey baby let's make a porn! Ba-bum! Devil horns Huh, uou know that I ain't got no ceilings! The money changed me, I'm makin +Chamillions+ Only God can judge me, can't appeal it In the name of the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit Amen! And tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing I've got a street sweeper, do you need your street cleaned? Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team Red beam, if you scared, motherfucker go to church! Preach! Security breach I'm on that grass harder than cleats, I'm on that gas, and y'all on E Nigga my cash out of your reach, I run shit like the reverend She get on her knees and pray to this dick, then swallow all of them blessings Church! Yo Boo! [Boo] Just our a way of life Bought my momma a crib, bought my daddy a car Let 'em both meet Tune, now they think I'm a star Damn I love this life, wouldn't trade it for nuttin Most theses rappers is fallin cause they ain't standin for nothin I smoke that loud, so I don't hear haters talkin Plus these bitches be stalkin, tryin to look for a fortune In the Chi we say church, when that pussy get purchased Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous Now good ain't good enough, and my hood is hood as fuck I be prayin for them shorties trynin to get their dollars up Swag so dope, you probably think I'm dealin and I only give head if baby girl swallow children Boo ain't got a ghost well bitches still catch the Holy Ghost She wanna get high; I hit her with that overdose Pimpin so cold, put that on my overcoat Only ride foreign, we don't do hundred spokes You broke niggaz talk that's a hundred jokes Ha! Laughin at you fuck boys Skate gear, I'm a truck boy On my truck swag, I don't give a fuck boy