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    "Shine" Lyrics

    Lil Wayne feat. Hot Boys

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    [Lil' Wayne]
    (Speak to them Jazze)
    (Yea fly guy)
    I'm way more fly than you
    (That's right)
    I'll take your dime from you
    (That's right)
    Now she wanna spend all night with me
    (She wanna wake up with Weezy-F baby)
    Let me be the one that you roll with too, baby
    (Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
    I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
    (Yea so how bout you, so how bout you)

    [Lil' Wayne]
    I'll take your bitch give her back; take your bitch again
    That's because you throw a 5 I pitch a 10
    Now she wanna get inside of me 66
    She sees that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
    She say she love her man she misses him
    But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
    I'm her long distance pimp
    When I land my bitches want for me on the strip (yup)
    And I don't lie I confess, I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
    Gotta dress to impess though, Gotta stay clean, plus momma in a Lex 4
    She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death
    It's the bird man jr. sincerely yours
    When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores

    [Lil' Wayne]
    Now why you wanna go do that
    I can see through that
    Tattoo right there like I view that
    Girl what that say, what who that
    Bet he was lame, bet he Lil' Wayne (no)
    Cus I'm way more flyer
    Have you hanging round a bunch of yayo buyers (nop)
    And not a day go by us, we don't get high than the telephone wires
    Cut your telephone we riding where phones
    don't roam they don't even come on
    You're far from home so leave it alone
    You creeping with the king of the throne
    You sleeping in a tee and a thong
    With your hair in a pony
    I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning (yup)
    But I can't be there all morning
    Girl I'm a pimp, I'm going, going, going, gone

    [Lil' Wayne]
    I'm Sorry I was grooving
    Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
    But let's get back to what we were doing
    Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's
    That's 33 tires he fire
    These streets ain't papaya ma
    You gotta keep heat on your side
    2 must
    So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one
    Wait, naw hun cus you ain't exempt
    If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip (yea)
    But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
    And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
    And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
    But I can't fall for you cus I stick to the scrip (yup)
    I said I stick to my grip; I stick to my money, that's life to me
    Sorry honey Jazze

    [Lil' Wayne]
    So how bout you yea
    So how bout you
    See what I'm talking bout sweet heart
    you ain't even gotta have John Madden
    you ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
    you ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
    know what I'm talking bout, you ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
    you ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby cus I got game
    Just fuck with the boy and I'll get you a jersey
    What you want me to put on the back
    Daddy's little that's right, see what I'm talking bout
    I can't give you the game but I can show the game
    and you can see what you see and peek how
    you peek and get what you get
    know what I'm talking bout
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Angaleena Presley, Andrew Carter, Brittany Carter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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