Album: 500 Degreez
Song: Where You At
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[Chorus:]
All my niggaz if you with me
Where you at? (Oh!)
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? (Oh!)
All my hustlaz if you with me
Where you at? (Oh!)
Where you at? (Oh!)
Where you at? Say (Oh!)
Niggaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (Oh!)
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say (Oh!)
Hustlaz if you with me
Let me hear you say (Oh!)
Say, say (Oh!)
Say, say (Oh!)
Aye (Oh!)
I come to do my thang and hold down my side
It; s eagle Street man throw my set up high
Weezy Wee man call them boys that squad
That Squad... Squad up! You know
And we get a lot of dough on the strength of me
Get a lot of 'dro on the strength of fee
Get a lot of blow
But keep that on the D
D what?... Dl! You know
And oh you don't wanna fuck with a nigga
''cause a nigga might fuck with the trigger
Leave a nigga on the flo'
Truly I don't buck with you nigga
Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man whoa
'20s on the six with the kicks sitting low
Sticky in my swish man gasoline flo'
Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow
Ya know!
[Chorus:]
Aye (Oh!)
Pass the pint to the pimp old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the
Ass up high the front dip drip bam
Mami like damn Lil' Wayne stop playing
Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman J. Are.
Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarters
Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air
I'm jumping out this atmosphere
And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a player
Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs
You see the arm when I pass nigga Bling-A-Ling
You now I'm armed we can mash man it Aint-A-Thing
You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla Aint-A-Game
I got a banana clip for all you Orang-A-Tangs
Let's bang!
[Chorus:]
Aye (Oh!)
It's young Weezy can't nothing see me dog
I get you done easy with one mesely phone call
And the sawed off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo... Wont bother me no more
Ice like strobe light... Look like I'm moving slo mo'
Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas
With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em
Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja
Redbone in the shower
Hello! Pochahontas give a long stroke poke for hours
Floating vagina oh I'ma holla
Sold coke in the 90's I'm honest man
Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double... And sometimes it's scams
But I know to hustle... And some glocks'll jam
But I know how to bust'em... And some drops'll slam
All alloy buttons that's all stunting
That boy's something yeah
[Chorus:]
Artist: Lil' Wayne Album: 500 Degreez Song: Where You At * Send corrections to the typist [Chorus:] All my niggaz if you with me Where you at? (Oh!) All my soldiers if you with me Where you at? (Oh!) All my hustlaz if you with me Where you at? (Oh!) Where you at? (Oh!) Where you at? Say (Oh!) Niggaz if you with me Let me hear you say (Oh!) Soldiers if you with me Let me hear you say (Oh!) Hustlaz if you with me Let me hear you say (Oh!) Say, say (Oh!) Say, say (Oh!) Aye (Oh!) I come to do my thang and hold down my side It; s eagle Street man throw my set up high Weezy Wee man call them boys that squad That Squad... Squad up! You know And we get a lot of dough on the strength of me Get a lot of 'dro on the strength of fee Get a lot of blow But keep that on the D D what?... Dl! You know And oh you don't wanna fuck with a nigga ''cause a nigga might fuck with the trigger Leave a nigga on the flo' Truly I don't buck with you nigga Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga Bitch man is an itch to a rich man whoa '20s on the six with the kicks sitting low Sticky in my swish man gasoline flo' Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow Ya know! [Chorus:] Aye (Oh!) Pass the pint to the pimp old juice killer Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the Ass up high the front dip drip bam Mami like damn Lil' Wayne stop playing Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father It's the Birdman and Birdman J. Are. Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarters Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air I'm jumping out this atmosphere And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a player Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs You see the arm when I pass nigga Bling-A-Ling You now I'm armed we can mash man it Aint-A-Thing You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla Aint-A-Game I got a banana clip for all you Orang-A-Tangs Let's bang! [Chorus:] Aye (Oh!) It's young Weezy can't nothing see me dog I get you done easy with one mesely phone call And the sawed off make your arms fall off Like a short sleeved polo... Wont bother me no more Ice like strobe light... Look like I'm moving slo mo' Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja Redbone in the shower Hello! Pochahontas give a long stroke poke for hours Floating vagina oh I'ma holla Sold coke in the 90's I'm honest man Nothing big maybe ounces, grams But I know how to double... And sometimes it's scams But I know to hustle... And some glocks'll jam But I know how to bust'em... And some drops'll slam All alloy buttons that's all stunting That boy's something yeah [Chorus:] Explain Request ×
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