Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne - Dipset 2 lyrics

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[laughs] kush...good kush

Weezy dip dip, wayne set set

And i grip techs leave em waterbed wet

And i know just where to put these hollow tips 

His chest his chest his chest (gasp)



A yo i take on a gang of gangs 

Anything animals arrangatangs

Gorillas turn to bape and apes when i make it rain

I got a whole collection

I got a dope connection

I got a coke connection

I got a doe infection

No homo my flow is hard as an erection

So that's why it's fuck the world wit protection [laughs]

Pay attention to the lecture my words carry life like a stretcher (yeah)



You know young wayne in here 

Smellin teen spirit like kurt cobain is here (yeah yeah)

We got them thangs in here and we will bang in here (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

And the bank is here  linclon's here, grant is here, jackson's here, franklin's here them dead muthafuckas

And the drank is here, dank is here here, stank in here, gangstas here wankstas fear that red muthafucka



And my city hot ride wit da itchy cock

Coop wit the titties pop

Murda fo da city cop

And i got the hatas like when will he stop maybe a minute after  never set ya clock



I'm a nut case uptown's my birthplace 

They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday

We got vegas chips  nigga bet bet

I hope you boys ready because i'm jet set

And when i come up in the building you already know bitch wet bitch wet bitch wet (fuck naw)

[laughs] yeah



Yes umm gloves, drowes, socks, tees, all made by Ralph Lauren

No shades just my eyeballs watchin' em 

Tattoos on top of them

Igloos for watches and champaign for breakfast

And sports cars for lunch and pussy for dinner

I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner (yeah)



Ask the paprazzi, i'm in a mazardi

Ridin shoty bad bitch, clyde and bonnie

I call her kami that's short for kamikaze

She call me daddy and never short wit daddy money

It's weezy babay shine like a brass monkey

I'm neva broke neva have a cast on me

Always paid always got cash on me 

I gotta feed the pockets on my pants hungry



I'm a phantom haula, a shoota not a brawla

And your girlfriend's a determined carter caller

Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch or

I put her on a corner shit and let her make a prono flick

She would play the role again whenver she roll again 

Pop a pill and roll again now we on the road again (yeah yeah)



I work her  work her tell her be my slave

Bitch i'm paid out my cage

I just can't feel my face

Wit santana we wild ridahs like al qeada

Supreme dada young mula bird jr. (yeah)

Ha


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