LIL WAYNE lyrics : "Ghoulish (Pusha T Diss)"
his head up his $$#, i'mma have to head-butt him
gut him, lil tunechi %#@!, weak stomach
it's me, lt, like when you heat butter
old #~!!@ in a can, red is the flag
$#&@ with me wrong i'll put your head in your hands
there'd be blood everywhere, i got bloods everywhere
i'mma alien, i hope you ain't the prince of bel air
that's real ^!$$% talk, these ^!$$%s speechless
cut off his arm and leg like i charge for my features
hammer on my side like i work in construction
your (*##$ hit that head so hard we get concussions
^!$$%s can't see me, not even a glimpse
too many banana clips, i feel like chimps
south beach (*##$ and i tan line stupid
you could find me on collins like bootsy
i ain't on no $#&@ %#@!, i be on that truk fit
your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six
all i ever see is ben franklin face
i chase the bank, i don't bank with chase
you $#&@in' with some ^!$$%s that'll murk y'all
^!$$% you softer than a mother$#&@in' nerf ball
bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
he was talkin' %#@!, we put a clap into that boy
tunechi!
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