Dedication 2 - Lil Wayne

Alright I think you’re ready this time

Y’all know what I come here for

Call me the iPod King

Call me Mr. Thanksgiving

Call me whatever the fuck you want

Bang bang, I shot you down

Bang bang, you hit the ground

Bang bang, that awful sound

Bang bang… I used to shoot you down

Hah, Dedication 2, that’s right, you already

Wake up motherfuckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem?

Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbing

Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin

AK on the backseat, baby it’s so-

Wake up motherfuckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem?

Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbing

Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin

AK on the backseat, baby it’s so vibrant

Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can’t dodge it

You’re not getting wet in the rain is not logic

She won’t give that pussy to Wayne, I’m so obliged just

Live and direct from inside of your bitch body

And, hi there ho what do you know I’m riding

In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and

I get that money tell my momma I’m grinding

And I’ll be coming home with our future in my pocket

Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward

Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted

Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power

Getting out twenty American pies an hour

Goddamn, excuse ma’am but I’m the man

And you better put my money in my hand, stop playing!

Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color

And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters

Yeah, they knew better I’m two letters

I’m like M.J. and 2−3 and O.G., yeah I’m low-key

'Cause niggas and bitches is police

I roll leaf, patching up the game’s slow leak

I’m Weezy baby!

Lemme catch my breath

OK

Pussy-ass.

pussy-ass.

pussy-ass.

pussy

Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas

Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas

Them broads laugh at you, them niggas won’t kill you

And them niggas that’s with you, could die right with you

I’ll be shooting everything up in my eyesight mister

I say I might miss you, but little FeFe gon' hit you

And little Currensy’ll split you, Mack Maine’ll straight flip you

Let Taz Po ship you, then we’ll all forget you

I’m sitting in the kitchen like «How can we all get richer?»

Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture

Then I tell little Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher

God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss you

I’m the best just listen, I ain’t what the game been missing

Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve

Ten shells, let 'em save themselves

Fuck them niggas and their pals, pal, pow!