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    "Tha Blues" Lyrics

    Lil Wayne

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    [Lil Wayne]
    Come on, come on
    Come on, come on, come on, come on
    Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?)
    They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh)
    Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
    Forty-fours under my clothes - I'm drunk and blow
    And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers
    Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters
    I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
    for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
    (??) from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
    And make me run in your place and take your pops away
    See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
    So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
    And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
    And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
    Stick a potato on the head of my nine - it's deadly quiet
    Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
    The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
    Young or old, nigga, big or small
    Ain't nothin' nice

    [Hook (Lil Wayne)]
    Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
    Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
    And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
    And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues

    [Lil Wayne]
    Now we all do dumb things
    Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
    I'll murder his father right in front of him
    None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
    Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out
    I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
    Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces
    (????) off the meters
    Don't leave without the heaters
    Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas
    You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters
    Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
    A lot of Hennessy - just twist that lil' baby
    Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
    This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
    Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
    Seventeen Carollton - mess with me, I bury one
    Three-eighty - I carry one
    Come to kill up everyone

    [Hook (Lil Wayne)]

    [Lil Wayne]
    Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cop
    And niggas be like Q-tip 'cause they breathin' stop
    Believe or not, the ki's ten G's (??)
    Until I die I pullin' ego that be's the block
    And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
    And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
    I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot
    And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
    Follow me - everybody in the family die sourly
    Niggas drop hourly - ruinin' your economy
    Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
    Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me
    I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
    Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
    A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
    Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house

    [Hook (Lil Wayne)]
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by John Carter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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