Lil Wayne - Kings Of New Orleans lyrics

Uh, 2 braids and a red flag Big stacks in my pants make my leg drag I'm so N.O and these hoes love me I'm too hot like the lord took cold from me BM J.R that are what my name is And since the sky's large, I like my plane big I'm from the city of the brain less Foreign old dog you can digest just like Kanye did Young Money honey this my gang b**h You talking money then you talking our language I'm bumping Spitta as I roll the weed I see your bad b**h riding thru the same diss I'm on, my New Orleans same sh** represent number 17 (Wayne's street number in N.O) like Mr. Jim Everett Weezy F. Baby don't forget the F b**h This is music to fly to like a jet b**h, I'm gone