Oh Let’s Do It Lyrics – Lil Wayne
Singer: Lil Wayne
Title: Oh Let’s Do It
Ooh, L-Don
f#ck that [?]
Got T in this b#tch with me
Fuq’, hit the weed
You got all that sh#t, E-I?
Ugh, ugh
I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up
Tune in this b#tch, tell my n#gg#s throw them Bs up
Doing what the f#ck I want, hate me all the f#ck you want
Real n#gg#s f#ck with me, and I don’t give a f#ck who don’t
Lock the CEO up, and I’m the CEO, f#ck
Prison in February, and I ain’t in no rush
Drink ’til I throw up; n#gg#, roll more blunts
Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once
Hit ’em with the shotgun, call that sh#t “the stop button”
Call me Dr. Carter, AKA “Young Wild n#gg#”
AKA “No trial, n#gg#,” AK, click-clack, pow, n#gg#
f#cking with the kid and you’ll be missing like Bilal, n#gg#
Yeah! Ha ha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi
Hundred clips, n#gg#? That’s a movie, aim at your toupée
You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée
I’m sharp as Blu-Ray, I f#ck her today
Then she gotta skate—Young Lupe
I hit the beat hard—Bobby Boucher
I keep them tools on me, get the screw face
Flowers for the dead, here’s a bouquet
L.V.’s, n#gg#, on every suitcase
Y.M., n#gg#, it’s a new day
We’re the champions, n#gg#, hooray
Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff’
Take a n#gg# b#tch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet come too fast to adjust
I don’t give a f#ck about my roof that much
So I put it in the trunk, and then, the coupe sped up
Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
I’m Weezy F. and the “F” is for “Flame”
Eat these rappers, chef of the game
sh#t on the track, sh#t on the train
Murder the beat—the beat was slain
Rest in peace, that’s a shame, he kill anybody song
Versatile as f#ck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome
No h#mo, you’re rocking wrong; rest in peace, my Styrofoam
Now, they wanna know what I be on
Get the f#ck off my dick, my cock, my bone
Bi—Big money, my pockets long, New Orleans, I got my home
And they got my back—pause; no h#mo, no maricón
Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong
All about my cheese: cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
f#ck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone
Sorry baby, but I’m in my I-don’t-wan’-be-bothered zone
Yeah! Ha ha, you’re a groupie, get on your duty
Two women give me head, call that “Two-face”
b#tch, I’m too great
Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday
Ugh! Ain—Ain’t no n#gg# like me
“What’s up?” to my gang, big B’s like a Breitling
Take a n#gg# b#tch, she ride my dick like she cycling
Then, she can’t walk, run, or jump, like white men
Ugh! F—f#ck you n#gg#s wanna do?
No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you
Weezy F, the “F” is for “f#ck what you’re going through”
Make your people mourn you
Ha ha! OK, let’s do it
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