Lil Wayne - Do It Again lyrics

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 Doin 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** Present infarerary and I ain't in no rush Drink till 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 stock bu*t Call me doctor carta Aka young wild n***a Aka no trial n***a AK click clack Pow n***a f**in with the kid you'll be missin like balile n***a Yeah, swagga stupid Pack a Uzi Twenty clips n***a, that's a movie Aim at your toupee You sweet as kool-aid Cr??mbrule I'm sharp as blu-ray I f** her today Then she gotta skate,young lupe I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher I keep the twos on me, n***a screw face Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet LV's n***a on every suitcase YM n***a, it's a new day We the champions, n***a hooray Hammer in the Loui'd up Take the n***a's b**h, she give me brains until I knew enough Will it come too fast to adjust I don't give a f** about my roof that much So I put it in the trunk and the coupe sped up Take the choppa out the trunk and just shoot that up I'm weezy F. and the f is for flame Eat these rappers and chef up the game sh** on the track, sh** on the train Murder the beat, the beat is slain Rest in peace, that's a shame He k**in everybody's song Versatile as f**, I switch it up like in this rhyming dumb No h*mo rock and roll rest in peace my styrofoam Now you won't know what I'll be on Get 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 mighty comb Smokin 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, go 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 it two faced b**h I'm two great Take your food tray I was born on dooms-day Ain't no n***a like me Wa**up to my gang Big B's like a brightling Take a n***a's b**h she ride dick like she's cycling Then she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men The f** you n***as wanna do? No ceilings, let the bullets rain on you Weezy F. the f is for f** what you're going through Make your people mourn you Okay let's do it