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LIL WAYNE lyrics : "It's Good"

[Jadakiss]
I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move

Made enough money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, %#@! is real son

Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn

Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the deal

Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on cocaine

So in other words ^!$$%, do your thing

[Drake]

Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you ^!$$%s who don't have your heart in your rap %#@!

And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah I'm f-ckin faded

They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad (*##$es workin' in that %#@! hole

Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, they let my ^!$$% out

[Lil Wayne]

Stop playin, I aint with that bull%#@!
^!$$%s act like (*##$es. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists

Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would (*##$
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby power
Two glock 40′s, ^!$$% you got 80 problems

Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
It's better to give, but we don't give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, %#@! then got real hoe

Lil Weezy-ana, the boot ^!$$%, steal toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal

Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your (*##$, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake ^!$$%, press your brakes ^!$$%

I'll take you out, that's a date ^!$$%
I'm a grown $$# blood, stop playin with me
Play $$#hole and get an $$# whippin'

I think you #~!!@ cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, tempur-pedic

This %#@!s a game of chess, you ^!$$%s think it's cleavage
It's young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, (*##$ this a business meeting

My ^!$$%s hungry, my (*##$es greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
^!$$%, I'm straight, my girl a !@$)got

Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad

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