Dusse - Lil Wayne

This motherfucking D’usse got me sweating and shit…

Word to God

Hov, fuck with ya boy

Okay nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em

Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbing for pollen

We ain’t killing no minors, you niggas still in the minors

And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can’t pick us out of the lineup

I swear lord knows I’ma murk one of these niggas

Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga

I been did my time, I’m getting better with time

But real niggas don’t whine, we’ll burn down your vineyard

I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos

My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal

Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed

I’m a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah

Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins

Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens

In the restaurant, I’m with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs

Talking about some M’s, it’s sounding like gospel hymns

Yes, lord

We on that D’usse, me and my nigga Euro

Tina turn up in this bitch

We got Lauren in this bitch

Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky

Steph in this bitch

Yah dig?

What’s up Brandon?!

Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin

Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage

The world is mine, I am selfish

I am a shark, fuck them shellfish

Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis

Nigga, please

Pops treated mom like Billie Jean

Like hot sauce, I put it on everything

I’ma give that fucking woman everything, everything

Here we go, bitch I’m cool, Coolio

She say «Tune, do me slow»

How many fish did Hootie blow?

I don’t know, fuck who knows?

I got a redbone with two golds

And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson

That bitch gonna need a new nose

I ain’t got time for you hoes

Shit I only have two goals

And that is «Get Money, Get Money»

Now I’m riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach

Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at

Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland

And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams

I ain’t stunting these niggas

Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas

Wayne-chung bitch!

More than one bitch

This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch

From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit

You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip

Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon

Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa?

I might get money, fuck bitches

Kill niggas and smoke weed

I’m married to this real shit

And I’m a wife beater, no sleeves

Do it for my hood

That 44 ain’t no good

You better bring that chopper

Cause we gonna have them choppers

Yeah I do it for my hood

That 45 ain’t no good

You better bring the chopper

Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga

We gonna have them choppers

We gonna have them choppers

You better bring the chopper

Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah

We gonna have them choppers

We gonna have them choppers

You better bring the chopper

Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga

Mula!

My nigga Hood in this bitch

Still on that D’usse

Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother

He just passed out in the club the other night off that D’usse

Threw up on the owner

Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back

He wanted half of the money back

Twist took all the money and left

That’s some Young Money shit

Soo Woo to the B gang

Rest in peace Cedar Frogg