Текст песни Inkredible

I pop some Percocets
Then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back, strapped, cocked
Plotting on your man next
Jack a nigga for his work
And stretch it like some Spandex
He hesitate, I spray and leave him
Like a Tampex â€" oops, I meant a Tampax
Bitch, I keep that anthrax
I can get your man wacked, for a couple
Tan packs. You know it’s a damn lap
Nigga, I did ?
I ain’t playing, black
Bitch, I be spraying Macks

All type of guns with accessories
I say pardon me for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
Pussy niggas can’t stand next to me
I’ve got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees
Breached. 80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas ain’t OG, scary lil bitch, please
Put your pussy in the pan: Frisky

I got 10 up on my pinky ring andLil Wayne - Inkredible - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lil-wayne/inkredible-lyrics.html
20 on my bracelet. Now these niggas
Kissing ass, but they can’t say shit
I’m just here to separate the real from
The fake shit. I told you, I was coming in
I’m sorry for the wait. I gotta get this money
Mane, it’s right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don’t wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can’t stop fuckin with these hoes
When I say I’m just doing me
Bitch, I’m a 9th Ward nigga
Mason street, D & G
? need to free my nigga B
I ain’t the type of person to be
Running from no beef, those fucking guns
Are gonna be bursting, knock somebody
Off their feet. So watch your fucking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you’re hard cause
You know you’ve been a ho
I told you out the gate I’m not the fake
I gotta say

Lil Wayne -
All red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on, them goons at your front door, choppas out ding dong, didnt I change the game and put my motherfucking team on, I let my choppa ring, pocka (?) is my ringtone, fuck u hoe ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes, we whole court with these leaders , pop, case open closed, looking for a bitch to hop on my totem pole, and my blunt be stupid fat, double stuff Oreos, and I get loaded til I motherfucking overload, been rapping, flow still tight like aerobics clothes, ask them bitches, I told them hoes, they back it up like Sonny driving Bronx Tale, close yo door, lighter in my pocket, life is sky rocket, pull them hammers out and run them niggas like stockings, got some niggas from my city, Thuga Dizzy Flow, Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon Carter 4.