เนื้อเพลง BM J.R. - Lil Wayne

[Baby Talking]
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin bout'
I peep these n*ggaz out here they slippin like they ain't bout
money no more man, so what f*ck
You know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doin n*gga
We gon' load up, get alot mo' and alot mo' and say f*ck em'
N*gga
Keep f*ckin hoes
Loadin up on mo' b*tches
Then you know what I'm sayin, we gon' get greedy too n*gga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind
[Lil Wayne] I GOT IT
I GOT IT

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Bust a cap or two, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real
And n*ggas know I goes hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets
Yeah
I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody
Get f*cked ya play p*ssy
We hit em' up when they ain't lookin and them body shots hurt
And the head shots took him
Damn
And if the read dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Knock his top to his bottom jack
You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom
At the very bottom of the map
Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at
You gotta weigh an extra condom and an extra gat
You b*tch could get it for actin like a man
Them n*ggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man
I back his hand ya man on command
In front of n*ggaz he cool with the boys on fam
I'm on, I am just in different climates, duckin the animal keep on runnin wit
my primates
You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states,
Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight
And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more
Loose all that weight, leave a n*gga with stretch marks
You don't even come up to a n*gga chest paw, supa,
what the f*ck they play it in the club for ?
Real sh*t I'm duckin bombs from a drug war,
no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord
Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushin lord
Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord
I'm just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the boy
They riding up highway to heaven boulevard
Damn, them n*ggaz p*ssy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't lookin for "I"
The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side
Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side
Cuz when you wildin you ain't lookin, you just lookin high
and when we hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato ass n*gga, you lemon merangue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the buiscut buster
What up gizzle you my distant brother
Real sh*t n*gga same father different mother, yep
I skips the frontin and sticks to keepin it trill
You not know me for nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace

[Baby talking]
Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all about one thing n*gga,
If you bout money n*gga come f*ck with us,
if you ain't bout money get the f*ck from round us n*gga
And whatever you bout we bout it, however you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order b*tch, ya underdig
Put ya prints in n*gga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and lets roll

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay
You sleep in a field for tryin the dude
I bust ya head until the meat turns ya mind to food
Foot for thought, think I ain't lying to you
I lie his body in grease set fire to him
I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him
Make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade
Damn
I'm near heatin and blaze a n*gga keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blades
Watch, my n*gga hungry, he'll eat the plate
And if I ask, the homeboy will eat'cha face
yea
And though he got me, you can ask, I'm like a pool table
I keep the eight
Haha
My side pocket sideways when I pop it leave a n*gga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to em'

[Baby talking]
Yeah n*gga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money get all the f*ck from round us

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Ay, ay,
Check my swag, I travel like sound dog
You play hard in the gravel like ground dog
I'm underground call me groundhog
Lay down lawgs call me ground law
Don't confuse me with the law, naw but just confuse me with my paw
Because I am the Birdman J-R
I ain't trippin n*gga, I play the corner like ripkin n*gga
With the 40 cal ripkin n*gga, rip a n*gga
Flip ya vehicle, split ya winsheild
Wack ya Baby momma but I let the kid live
And people say that I am a kid still, cuz the lil n*gga still rides on big wheels
You feeling animal then come on and get killed
And sig pill bandannas like banana's
Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in havana
In my cabana with my bottom b*tch from savahnna
Man a train couldn't stop ya man
I man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land
I'm the man of my land
Call it lil-weezy-ana
Thats the new plan

[Baby talkin]
Yeah n*gga, you bout some money get at me n*gga
Thats the only way
Dumb sh*t we bout that get at me
N*gga roll solo, dolo n*gga