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LIL WAYNE lyrics : "Pure Colombia"

I can't trust these ^!$$%s, throw some water on em
They tell me go to hell, okay I know the owner
Strip clubs getting old, all my stuff is foreign

All these (*##$es think they dimes, that's why we flip a coin
Thank You Jesus, my doggies all felicia
Have to meet my Spanish (*##$ cuz she just starting to get suspicious

Tell a (*##$ I mean business
suit and tie ^!$$%
You and all of your dogs could be euthanized ^!$$%

Trigga happy ^!$$%,
I just can't stop smiling
Thank God I'm fly,

I have to thank my pilot
You think you calling shots -- you got the wrong number
I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother

Throw that #~!!@, throw that #~!!@
(*##$ I don't wanna #~!!@, man $#&@ these #~!!@
I look back at $$# snitches, my new shoe is $$# Kickers

She should like come like she had, hit em slash then peace to my last victim
They be passin blunts, they be passing jelo
Five blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers

AK switchin Keda's,
I'm sure yall gotta beat us
Whoever find yo body, finders keepers playa


It's that Pure Colombia
'Cus soon as the (*##$ taste it, it's her toes gone

It's loaded so I just let em drop the gun
It's that Dedication 5 and another one
I love it!

Free School
I might trip
Let's get it


I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp
This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim

Pop my collar from my house, I need not know the ride
He's lookign for a (*##$ to stay down like I'm throwing knives
That's okay, you bout stock hold in the McIntosh

I really beat that #~!!@ up, then make the shadow box
These ^!$$%s selling pranks, I'mma start singing hits
Bring me his head so I can make sure

Except it's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top
I think I'm bout to jump, ^!$$%s finally with the poppin
You deny it, but this Chi Town and yo homies in the slot

Put yo back all over the window, people passing, window shop
Like uh, It's that Pure Colombia
It's just us $#&@ the rest, we got insomnia

Most likely I know you $#&@ed that (*##$, that's red under ya
She said you tryna see me (*##$, that's Stevie Wonderful
You better mind yo business, hitman with a witness

YMCMB, the world is ours, set to diminish
I'mma move you mutha$#&@a, like kind of man are you getting this?
Burn their blunts like bridges, turn up missing


^!$$%, we at ya with that clean work
These ^!$$%s selling remix, we got clean work

Kill everybody, ya'll gon need a limousine hearse
You see I'm on like a $#&@in short sleeve shirt

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