Lil wayne - T.o.

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I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call me fast machine

I drop a four in this, I'm feelin' glorious
Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious
Bitch, I'm the man, no, the Mandalorian
I'm in a DeLorean, and, nigga, I'm floorin' it
I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner
Pourin' her heart out, I'm just ignorin' her
I let my hair down, I'm finna go throw it
Now bury myself in that pussy, no coroner
I can't smoke Reggie, I be too edgy
My bitch a veggie, bitch, I'm a legend
Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin'
Go pull up whenever, we ain't gotta schedule it
Boy, I'm a president, presidential Rollie
Bezzle it heavily, inspect it carefully
I'm smokin' like I'm in the Netherlands
Like I'm a hippie that's stuck in the '70s
You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies
And that's ain't not flag, lil' nigga, this rugby
Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy
Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry

Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (no, no, no) yeah
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (whoa whoa whoa)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (whoa oh oh oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. (yeah)


Cookin' dope in kitchen, 36 (yeah), I got chickens (yeah)
Got the bowl (yeah), I'ma whip it (yeah)
Got the pistol (yeah), get to clickin' (whoa)
Got the dope (yeah), got the scope (yeah)
Got the coke (yeah), off the boat
Got the grams, make it float
Ask my plug, "What's the quote?" (Go)
I shoot at all of my enemies (yeah)
Walk around like I'm Yosemite (yeah)
Extra clip, that's my amenities (ah)
I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (who?)
Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (bang)
Keep me a flag like a penalty (bang)
Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.)
I got more hook than parentheses (yeah)
Home Depot, keep me a toolie (brrt)
Walk in your house with a Uzi (woo)
Walk in your room like a groupie (yeah)
Wet your ass up like Jacuzzi (yeah)
Everything white, I got Bieber
Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah
Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter
Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter
Bitch

I did not come here to see who was litty
That stamp on the kilos the key to the city
Put some on my thumb and did not make her lick it
She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ
I smoke gasoline, and I sip down some lean
My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline
I chop you up, they call them amputees
I spit these fast, they call this fast machine

Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (tell me where to go)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (no, no, no) yeah
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (whoa whoa whoa)
Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh)
I keep my foot on gas, bitch
Nigga, tell me where to go (whoa oh oh oh)
I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope, yeah (steppin' on the dope)
Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow)
Every time I'm O.T. (yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. (whoa oh oh oh), Funeral

Writers: DWAYNE CARTER , ODIS FLORES , John Fitch , Daryl Harleaux

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