Earthquake by Lil Wayne
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Song title Earthquake
Artist Lil Wayne
lil wayne
speak to them jazze
i
yea fly guy
im way more fly than you
thats right
ill take your dime from you
thats right
now she wanna spend all night with me
she wanna wake up with weezy-f baby
let me be the one that you throw it to
baby
throw it back ma
throw it back
throw it back
throw it back ma
id like to spend the rest of my night with you
yea so how bout you
so how bout you
lil wayne
ill take your bitch give her back; take your bitch again
thats because you throw a 5 i pitch a 10
now she wanna get inside of me 66
she sees that my wrist is blue and yellow like michigan
she say she love her man she misses him
but nobody do it better than her distance dick me
im her long distance pimp
when i land my bitches want for me on the strip yup
and i dont lie i confess
im the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
gotta dress to impess though
gotta stay clean
plus momma in a lex 4
she with me
what you expect
i live to be fly to death
its the bird man jr sincerely yours
when it rains it pours
when it rain it whores
chorus
lil wayne
now why you wanna go do that
i can see through that
tattoo right there like i view that
girl what that say
what who that
bet he was lame
bet he lil wayne no
cus im way more flyer
have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers nop
and not a day go by us
we dont get high than the telephone wires
cut your telephone we riding where phones dont roam they dont even come on
youre far from home so leave it alone
you creeping with the king of the throne
you sleeping in a tee and a thong
with your hair in a pony
i aint got no blinds we can stare at the morning yup
but i cant be there all morning
girl im a pimp
im going
going
going
gone
chorus
lil wayne
im sorry i was grooving
gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music
but lets get back to what we were doing
laid back in that black on pat ewings
thats 33 tires he fire
these streets aint papaya ma
you gotta keep heat on your side
2 must
so im a get 3 more and cop you one
wait
naw hun cus you aint exempt
if your ass ever trip ill give you a clip yea
but i love the way your jeans suck in your hip
and you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
and you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
but i cant fall for you cus i stick to the scrip yup
i said i stick to my grip; i stick to my money
thats life to me
sorry honey jazze
chorus
lil wayne
so how bout you yea
so how bout you
see what im talking bout sweet heart you aint even gotta have john madden
you aint gotta have dick vitale
you aint gotta lee carsole
you aint gotta have stuart scott
you aint gotta have linda cohn
know what im talking bout
you aint gotta have the staff of espn
you aint gotta have abc staff just to talk sports baby cus i got game
just fuck with the boy and ill get you a jersey
what you want me to put on the back
daddys little girl thats right
see what im talking bout
i cant give you the game but i can show the game
and you can see what you see and peek how you peek and see what you get
know what im talking bout
weezy