L-Don - Oh Let's Do It lyrics

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L-Don - Oh Let's Do It lyrics

[Lil Wayne] I got Young Money up And now I got my feet up Tune in this b**h Tell my n***as throw them B's up Doing what the f** I want Hate me all the f** you want Real n***as f** with me And I don't give a f** who don't Lock the CEO up And I'm the CEO, f** Prison in February And I ain't in no rush Drink 'til I throw up n***a roll more blunts Ball so hard Man I gotta go pro once Hit 'em with the shotgun Call that sh** the stop bu*ton Call me Doctor Carter AKA "Young Wild n***a" AKA "No Trial n***a" AK click-clack, pow n***a f**ing with the kid And you'll be missing like Bilal, n***a Yeah! Swagger stupid Pack a Uzi Hundred clips, n***a - that's a movie Aim at your toupee You sweet as Kool-Aid Creme brulee I'm sharp as Blueray I f** her today Then she gotta skate - Young Lupe I hit the beat hard - Bobby Bouche I keep them tools on me Get the screwface Flowers for the dead Here's a bouquet L.V.'s n***a, on every suitcase Y.M. n***a, it's a new day We the champions, n***a hoo-ray Yeah, hammer in the Louis duff Take a n***a b**h, she gave me brains until I knew enough Bullet come too fast to adjust I don't give a f** about my roof that much So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up I'm Weezy F and the 'F' is for flame Eat these rappers, chef of the game sh** on the track, sh** on the train Murder the beat, the beat was slain Rest in peace, that's a shame He k** anybody song Versatile as f**, I switch it up Like Dennis Rodman's dome No h*mo, you rockin wrong Rest in peace my Styrofoam Now y'all wanna know what I be on Get the f** off my dick, my co*k, my bone Big money, my pockets long New Orleans, I got my home And they got my back, pause No h*mo, no maricon Smoking on that private grown It put me where I belong All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone f** her for an hour long Let her take a shower, gone Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wanna-be-bothered-zone Yeah, you're a groupie Get on your duty Two women give me head Call that "two-faced" b**h I'm too great Take your food tray I was born on doomsday Ain't no n***a like me "What's up" to my gang Big B's like a Breitling Take a n***a b**h She ride my dick like she cycling Then she can't walk, run, or jump Like white men f** you n***as wanna do? No Ceilings Let the bullets rain on you Weezy F, the 'F' is for "f** what you're goin' through" Make your people mourn you Hehe, OK let's do it