Lil Wayne - Pure Colombia lyrics

[Verse 1:] I can't trust these n***as, throw some water on 'em, They say "Go to Hell, " Okay I know the owner, Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein', All these b**hes think they dimes, watch me flip a coin, Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes, Had to leave my spanish b**h 'cause she was startin' to get suspicious, Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie n***a You and all your dogs can get euthanize n***a Trigger happy n***a, I just can't stop smiling Thank God I'm fly, I had to thank my pilot You think you're calling shots, you got the wrong number I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother Throw that p**y, throw that p**y And I don't want no throw back p**y, man f** these p**y- Ass n***as, I lay back and ash Swishers My new shoes is a**-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups Rest In Peace to my last victim We be pa**ing blunts, they be pa**ing judgement 5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers AK's with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah It's that pure Colombia 'Cause soon as the b**h tasted it her tongue was numb It's loaded, so I just let her jump the gun It's that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it! Tunechi [Bridge:] Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea Let's get it [Verse 2:] I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage Just looking for a b**h to stay down like I'm throwing knives Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh, I really beat that p**y up them n***as shadow box These n***as sending threats, I'm a start sending hits Bring me his head, so I can make sure it's him It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top I think I'm 'bout to jump, n***as phony as a prop Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop, Put your brains all over the window, people pa**ing window shop Like ugh, this that pure Columbia It's just us, f** the rest we got insomnia Most likely I done f**ed that b**h that's laying under ya She said she trying to see me, b**h that's Stevie Wonderful You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes I'm a movie motherf**er, camera man, are you getting this? Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing Ahhhhh We out here with that clean work, these n***as selling remix we got clean work k** everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse You see I'm armed like a f**ing short sleeve shirt! D5, what up five? Yeah