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LIL WAYNE lyrics : "Lay It Down"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
YMCMB, (*##$es call me Tunechi Lee
I be with ^!$$%s that shoot police

I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't $#&@, (*##$ ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were free

^!$$%s call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
^!$$%s say they paid they dues, well I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat

Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that (*##$, who but me?
Got ya (*##$ bent over ^!$$%, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef

Cause all my ^!$$%s well rounded, don't $#&@ with none of these square ^!$$%s
Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase ^!$$%s
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor?

Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways, catacorner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia

Lil Tunechi

[Hook]

Lay it down ho
Lay it down (*##$
Lay it down ho

Lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down (x2)

Put the money on the couch ^!$$%

Gimme everything up in you house ^!$$%,
Shut yo mouth ^!$$% (x2)


[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a (*##$ out the bus, boom boom

Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a ^!$$% run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep

One sweep away in a room room
We getting money over here, talking %#@! and $#&@ing (*##$es, I don't know what the $#&@ they doing Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth

My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews

Yall bout as hot as von dutch
Yall not gone harm much
Hijack yall some prom busts

Ain't no retreat but my arms up
We don't graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this %#@! until a ^!$$% dead and gone

If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
Point 'em out, Truk ya life

$#&@ ya style, $#&@ with me
You a bucket foul, ^!$$%s'll buck ya smile
For a dunkin pile, you better duck it, pal


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Shawty, what's yo name?
Is you tricking? Is you paying?

Is you sniffing on that cane?
What the $#&@ is you saying?
If you getting it, then you getting it

It's my money I ain't splittiing it
I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat $$#, then I'm tipping it
Come out the bank, bye teller

Give a bum money, hi fella
Bad lil ho, high yellow
Brand new roley, sky dweller

Just left from Dubai
Flew private eye
I made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lie

I said them ^!$$%s was poppin
Fake ^!$$%s be watchin
My black glove be drippin wet, but I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching (*##$es my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin if it ain't got no partation


Oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you (*##$es audition (x2)

I don't give a $#&@

You don't hear me, you don't see me.
(*##$ you gon' feel me ho
Young Money
Young-young Money ^!$$%.
Young-young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!

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