Lil Wayne – We Don’t ft Baby

Talented hip-hop and rap sensation from American, Lil Wayne teams up with Baby to compose this amazing song titled “We Don’t”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter” was officially released on 1 January 2004.

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LYRICS

Ay shorty, you know what I’m saying

Some niggas palms be sweating

Some niggas palms be itchy

It don’t matter, a nigga just gotta get it

You know what I’m saying, nigga

We built this shit from the ground up

Nigga, The Carter, nigga

You know what I’m saying

We been around the world getting money nigga

We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood

Every project, nigga

We worldwide hustlers, nigga (Belie’ that bitch)

You know what I’m saying

Let’s get them niggas, let’s ride shorty

Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders

Five young niggas uptown servants

Word, they bird curving for serving

Look, the worstest of the worst is shooting out like they’re George Gervin

Bitch, and we was raised in these war times

Jail also made men in these hard times

And don’t cry I’mma get mines so pray for me

I’m on the block on the grind, mama pray for me

So nigga respect my G, respect my grind

Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind

Nigga respect this heat

When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep

Whoa, shorty I’mma blow their whole block

Fucking with a soldier, mastermind his own plot

Third-ward survivor, uptown madness

Killing is a hobby, jacking is a habit, bitch

We don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck

We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us

And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out

And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby

C’mon, we don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck

We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us

And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out

And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby, c’mon

The murder man, picture me lurking

Right up behind your curtains nine’s squirting

And you could hear it when it’s hurting

But if I hear him hurting I’ll walk over and murk him for certain

I took over the circus

‘Cause I’mma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface

I walk around, for pound and surface

To spin your ass around in circles, you urkel

Blood run up out your earth now you’re purple

Your homeboy get it first, but you’re worst so

Now you’re headed to the skies above

And I’m go and get high with your bitch in the club

Yeah, life’s a bitch and death’s her husband

And you’re gonna have to meet up if you keep on fucking up

And you’re gonna have to meet us if you keep on fucking up

But you don’t want see them CMB blood knuckle up

We don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck

We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us

And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out

And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby

C’mon, we don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck

We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us

And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out

And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby, c’mon

Shoot him in his head so he remember

Because of that mama I’ll be gone ’til November

I be back next winter in a Hummer on spinners

Them niggas on the block say them boys gon’ get ’em

But them niggas on the block don’t know the toys come with him

Tell your boy come and get me if I go he going with me

I’m hoping y’all feel me, I told y’all what the deal-y

You open up your face I’mma open up the semi

I open up your kidneys now you’re floating up the Missi-

Ssippi river nigga play with deep water now you’re swimming

Silly, you play with me, Carter, now you’re missing

Really, I shoot you in your head and make you feel it

And even though I be the man with the milli’s

When the shit go down I be the man with the milli’s

Beef cranberry on the ceiling

This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my building c’mon

We don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck

We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us

And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out

And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby

C’mon, we don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck

We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us

And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out

And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby, c’mon

Wish a nigga would say something, gotta

Standing right here, guns up boy

Weezy F, Birdman

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