spitter lyrics – lil’ wayne

[chorus:]
spit yo game, talk yo sh*t, grab yo gat
call yo click [x2]
squeez yo clip hit tha right one p*ss tha weed
gotta lite one [repeat]

[verse 1:]
wat ya mammy told ya bout f*ckin round with them soilders
told ya i’ll be back i’m commin i got that tolamansoda
dats blood all ova ya sofas
blood all ova ya postas,
blood all ova ya sholdas,
blood all ova tha strollas,
do that sh*t i done that sh*t it’s weezy baby
he’s a baby put that n*gg* run that sh*t
make that money come back quick
take that money from that b*tch
she know wat it be m-o-b
pistol write the m-i-re
you know wat it be m-o-me
b*tches know were that lime lead 2 words
room key, where? penthouse suiet
wear not a d*mn thing
i’m here batabambing
my hand bing
my wrist bling
my neck bling
my ear bling
supa bowl ring b*tch
cash money young money
supa bowl team b*tch
money, money, money, money
i’m true to those things b*tch
you with those p*ssy hoes i shoot at those queens b*tch
this is new orleans b*tch,
murder, dope fein sh*t!

[chorus x2]

[verse 2:]
wat ya papi told ya bout f*ckin round with them soilders
i told ya i’m comin back i got that tolamatola
dats blood all ova ya rova
blood all ova ya shofa
blood all ova ya lofa’s
if i get in to close thats
blood all ova my toasta
blood all ova my hosta
i’m in em’ es-cas that’s
blood all ova my hova’s (f*ck)
i’m hustlin with a motive
my n*gg*s need me
the a tiger in my pocket
say “feed me” it’s greedy
see them n*gg*s
jack them n*gg*s
kill them n*gg*s
wack them n*gg*s
ask them b*tches
ask them n*gg*s
weezy baby that tha n*gg*
catch me smashin in tha vee
matchin seats, matchin feet
sheesh that b*tch too sweet fa tha streetz
got that key for tha leaf, that feast the beef
no need to speak, let it be wat it be
n*gg*s want piece, i make em’ leave here
piece by piece
f*ck me
f*ck you
wat it is
wat it do
i’ve been ready since 81′ and i was born i 82′
holleygrove where i’m from
but we call that b*tch tha zoo
i ain’t neva trust a b*tch since she ate that forrbidden fruit
sucka free,
sucka proof,
50 shots,
cut em loose
quarter back weezy baby
shotgun, run and shoot
comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby
at home furnacatin, homie by tha phone waitin
got-d*mn
-i-am
-a-man
-tha-man
-tha-mu
-tha-f*ck
-ing-pre-sident
b*tch

[chorus]

/ lil wayne lyrics