Kid-Kid - f** A n***a Thoughts lyrics

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Kid-Kid - f** A n***a Thoughts lyrics

[Lil' Wayne: Intro] Ha-ha! Young….Moula Baby [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ok, money on my mind, f** a n***a thoughts He ain't even thank, he ain't even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, p**y n***a faint Pick that p**y up naw let him lay Where im from I see a f**in dead body every day(x4) Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws And yall ain't nothing but nails in a wall Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha f**a Off my hip clip empty like a motha f**a Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but its fly carter inducted to fly squader Ok simply im a motha f**a pimpin ain't dead because im pimpin like a motha f**a Now where ya ho at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring the N-O back like a n***a with no back Ima go forward The top gon get lowered Them hoes gon get cut like a sword I kno it Ye ain't gotta tell me I already smell it Ya p**y n***as eatin peanut bu*ter and jealous You're Los like Angeles But you can find me in a white tan Ellis Juss like Van Halen ima rock out b**h Ima wear that Glock like a f**in outfit I don't care what you know, you don't know nothing bout this And I hope your a** choke when you s** on my dick. Weezy [Verse 2: Kid-Kid] Ok, I'm strapped up Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets ain't strapped up And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do And im like let me at em call me Scrappy Doo After tha scrap with u I ain't lookin stupid You beat me to bad b**h im comin back shootin Fool im a fool, I do what I do It's like fixin broke cars with tools ima use Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasn't juss you I guess im juss to real for n***as to adjust to f** me, naw bend ova n***a f** you See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose Ill put you on tha 10 o'clock news One, two buckle ya shoes Here come tha Kid Crew Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food Do use M-0 2s and tell from whole and frooz Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes Don't play with them cuz shoot he'll shoot I'm loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes I'm playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose Im tha truth n***a floose im a murderer, f** mooke Put n***as on mute like……… Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send n***as where ya kids at don't worry where tha Kid at n***a huh [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi I never sat in a hemi that would offend me Try a maybach or a maybach, b**h I got stacks ya Paychecks on paychecks but I still want pay back I still don't play that, I k** on ASAP We don't do sh** but get money all day Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way YM, Young Moula, Young Money all day Where tha d** so sweet like honey on yay Which one of yall say you want drama im honered Blitz yo a** like a motha f**in lineman Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas Still where red like an old 49er f** sh**tin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya Weezy F Baby b**h im hotter than Uganda