Lil Wayne – Fireworks (Guitar)

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Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I'm a hot boy

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You out here fuckin' anything then you's a thot, boy (damn)

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What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo)

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Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom)

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Yola whippin', I'm the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young)

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That Rollie lookin' like it's doin' ballet, nigga (dance)

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House six stories, nigga, that's a true story (story)

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Rafaela Cuban linkin', call me 2:40

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Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water)

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I'm just tryna put a hundred mil' up for my daughter (daughter)

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Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)

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Coupe don't cost a half a mil', dawg don't even bother

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Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I'm gang affiliated (hey)

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If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh)

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I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah)

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I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga

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Big house, long hallways

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Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)

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I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)

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Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga

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Fireworks, big house, long hallways

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Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)

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Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)

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Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

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Whip it like a big booty bitch

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Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it

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There's a pot of gold, no food in it

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Culinary arts like the students in

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I'm the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in

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And I whip it hard if it come easy

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Whip it up like I'm Young Jeezy

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Free pussy and Free Meechie

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Big smoke got me deep breathin'

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Deep dick got her sweet dreamin'

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You ain't shit, you just pre-season

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You ain't lit, you just pre-heated

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Can't quit, I'ma keep leanin'

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Smoke gas, I'ma keep premium

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Green, green, in the money scene, yeah

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Dope man with a hundred needles

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No ass ever come between us

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Dirty cash, not a money cleaner

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Use the black card to split the coke

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Jungle fever, cheatin' on the Visa

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Speakin' of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs

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Had stripes since my first Adidas

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Bought pints now I purchase liters

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Shark bite, I'm a person eater

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Walk light on the dirt beneath you

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I'm in the throne and you in the bleachers

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All day long, even on the weekends

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Get off my lawn, cuttin' on the sprinklers, yeah

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Big house, long hallways

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Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga

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Yeah, I'm the shit all day, nigga

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Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse

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Black skinny jeans, get the lint out

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Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch's house

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That's his house

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She sent some nude pics for me to pick out

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The pussy fat and clean like a pig, I'ma pig out

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Yeah I'm Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out

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Ain't no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain't tryna swim out

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Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out

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Brrrt, brrrt, that's the Uzi, we call it big mouth

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Huh, I lost my mind but I'm still mastermindin'

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Tryna find the silver linin', find 'em, pat 'em, line 'em

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Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite

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Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana

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Big house, long hallways

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Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)

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I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)

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Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga

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Fireworks, big house, long hallways

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Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah)

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Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga)

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Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga

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I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch

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Yeah, they can't check her left and right

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Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one's fuckin' with it

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Uh, I got 'em bathin' like they elephants Fireworks

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Give her dick all day, yeah that's how it works

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All day, nigga