Letra de 'Always Strapped (feat. Lil Wayne)' de Lil Wayne

Lil wayne
Yeah
Mr. Weezy baby nigga
It go always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
(Yeah)
Check me out look
26 inches got me sittin crooked
Old school chevy' faster den a silver bullet
Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin 2 bitches goin at eachother pussy
Top chopped sent da car to the barbershop
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot
Im so unorthodox
I got the bitch ridin my dick wit no shox
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Yeah, im the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man im just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot
A lil cush make my eyes and my shoulders drop
A lil syrup and I can make the soda pop
Keep talkin an I can make my soldiers pop
Got real niggaz ridin' wit me till the motor' stop
I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op
I got it covered like a coke top. (ok)

(Chorus)
It go always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me, u know im always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me daps bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin me they know I love em back bitches be lovin me they know I love em back

See they gon respect me, believe dat, verse 2 get em!
Lil weezy
Hollygrove hollapeena
Take a bite give ya ass a high fever
Them niggaz jokin im laughin like a hyena
Real talk I had a bird before I had a beamer
Real talk I had the beamer before I had the Benz
Swear to God I had the Benz before I had the bentley
I aint lien I had the bentley before I got the Rolls-Royce
Control it by voice im done with it
Chauffer in the driver seat doesn't come with it
I gotta pay dude every day dude
Them niggaz soft them niggaz just beginner food
They aint fuckin with my interlude
Haha yeah, I get women in the mood, in the mood to get in the nude
And when we in the nude don't intrude she's falling apart she wanna get screwed (cmb nigga)
You can have a family feud
U jump in that water u will get brewed. Boy

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Juelz santana
Santana, ya dig (ay!)
Let me talk to em. Let me get em
I make big money
I drive big cars
I smoke big blunts I don't need to hit yalls
Im higher then the stars
Im higher then the sky
Im sittin on mars
Im higher then high
Im flyer then fly
Chrome hard chain from the wallet to the belt loop rock n roll fly
I dig the ladies the ladies dig I so I dig they back out and make the chicks cry
(Gotta) send em to they ma
(Gotta) send em to they pa
(Gotta) send em to they guy (what)
There's something on they mind
There's money on my mind like weezy baby said I aint talking for this money im speakin to your head (bang) ya dead
The two cock and pop yeah like boom shockalocka
Me im at the pool smooth colada, im sippin on it
A long straw in my lap got the pistol on it
You see it I aint sittin on it (nope!)
And my pockets full of cash money
Dipset bitch cash money fuck of the last supper

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