Lil Wayne – Throwed (2011) | Track profile | Dork

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Throwed

[Intro: Gudda Gudda]

Mr. Hanky

Uh

Uh

Uh

Uh, yeah, okay

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]

I walk up in the club, Louis-Louis with the cherry bottoms

Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body

You know what I do, I get-get straight to the mula

Wrist-W-W-Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller

I'm-I'm reppin' Young Mula, G-Gudda times two, I

Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoebox

Now I got two large accounts where money stacks in large amounts

What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout?

'Cause we ain't tryna talk it out

Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's spark it out

Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring, and then I'm out

Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'

Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard

I'm on South Beach chillin', and I'm tryna fuck e'ry hottie

Get her to the crib and make her fuck e'rybody

You know the team, it's Young Money over e'rybody

In the rap game, so it's, "Fuck e'rybody"

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Married to the mob, bury you alive

My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God

And I came in this bitch with my niggas

Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah

I be doin' me, don't give a fuck 'bout what you doin'

Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins

I could do this shit eyes-closed, nuttin' to it

Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it

I go tough, I go stupid

Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots wit'

Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks

Fuckin' right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies

Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces

We don't know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless

Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them uzis, I swear

Your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig?

I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig

Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge

We don't give a fuck, and we ain't ever did

Shit, three words you never hear: let him live

I'm in my own zone; it got me throwed off

I break these bitches down; I break these hoes off

Lil Tunechi is my name; I got Gudda on the tape

Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait, yeah

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