Lil Wayne : Oh Lets Do It Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Oh Lets Do It Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
I got young money up,
and now I got my feet up,
tune in this b*tch tell my n*ggas throw them B’ up
doing what the f*ck I want,
hate me all the f*ck you want,
real n*ggas f*ck with me and I don’t give a f*ck who don’t,
lock the CEO up,
and Im the CEO f*ck,
Prison in February and I aint in no rush,
drink till I throw up,
n*gga roll more blunts,
ball so hard n*gga I gotta go pro once,
hit em with the shot gun,
call that sh*t the stop button,
call me doctor carter,
aka young wild n*gga,
aka no trial n*gga,
AK click clack blaw n*gga,
f*cking with the kid and you’ll be missing like Bilal n*gga,
yeaaaaah, haha,
swagger stupid,
pack a Uzi,
hundred clips n*gga,
dats amovie,
aim at toupee,
you sweet as cool aid,
creme brulee,
Im sharp as blueray,
I f*ck her today,
then she gotta skate,
young lupe,
I hit the beat hard,
Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me,
get the screwface,
flowers for the dead,
heres a bouquet,
LV’s n*gga on every suitcase,
YM n*gga its a new day,
we the champions n*gga hoo*ray
yeah, hammer in the Louie duff,
take a n*gga b*tch she gave me brains until I knew enough,
bullet come too fast to adjust,
i don’t give a f*ck about my roof that much,
so put it in my trunk and then the coupe sped up,
take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up,
I’m Weezy F and the F is for Flame,
eat these rappers chef of the game,
sh*t on the track, sh*t on the train,
murder the beat, the beat was slain,
rest in peace, thats a shame,
he kill anybody song,
versatile as f*ck I switch it up,
like Dennis Rodman’s dome,
no homo you rock and roll,
rest in peace my Styrofoam,
now they won’t know what I be on,
get the f*ck off my d*ck my cock my balls,
nig money my pockets long,
new orleans I got my home,
and they got my back pause,
no homo, no maricone,
smoking on that private grown,
he put me where I belong,
all about my cheese, chedder, mozzarella, provolone,
f*ck her for an hour long,
let her take a shower go,
sorry baby but I’m in the ‘I dont wan be bothered’ zone,
yeah,
your a groupie,
get on your dooday,
2 women give me head,
call that two faced,
b*tch Im too great,
take your food tray,
I was born on doomsday,
aint no n*gga like me,
whats up to my gang,
big B’s like a Breitling,
take a n*gga b*tch she ride my d*ck like she cycling,
then she can’t walk, run, jump like white men,
uhh, f*ck you n*ggas wan do,
no ceilings let the bullets rain on you,
Weezy F the F is for F*ck what you gon do,
make you people mourn you,
hehe, ok lets do it,
[End]