Oh Lets Do It Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Uh, I got Young Money up, and now I got my feet up 

Tune in this bitch tell my niggas throw them B's up 

Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want 

Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't 

Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO fuck 

Prison in February and I ain't in no rush 

Drink till I throw up, nigga roll more blunts 

Ball so hard man I got to go pro once 

Hit them with the shot gun, call that shit the stop button 

Call me Doctor Carter, AKA young wild nigga 

AKA no trial nigga, AK click clack bawl nigga 

Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal nigga 

Yeah haha, swagger stupid 

Pack a Uzi, hundred clips nigga 

That's a movie, aim at your toupee 

You sweet as Kool-Aid, crème Brule 

I'm sharp as blue-ray, I fuck her today 

Then she got to 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 

LV's nigga, on every suitcase 

YM nigga, it's a new day 

We the champions, nigga hoo-ray 

Yeah, hammer in the Louie duff 

Take a nigga bitch she gave me brains until I knew enough 

Bullet come too fast to adjust 

I don't give a fuck about my roof that much 

So I put it in a 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 

Shit on the track, shit on the train 

Murder the beat, the beat was slain 

Rest in peace, that's a shame, he kill anybody song 

Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome 

No homo you rock and roll, rest in peace my Styrofoam 

Now they won't know what I be on 

Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone 

Big money my pockets long, New Orleans I got my home 

And they got my back pause, no homo, no maricon 

Smoking on that private grown, it put me where I belong 

All about my cheese, cheddar, mozzarella, provolone 

Fuck her for an hour long, let her take a shower, gone 

Sorry baby but I'm in my 'I don't want be bothered zone' 

Yeaahh, you're a groupie, get on your duty 

Two women give me head, call that two faced 

Bitch I'm too great 

Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday 

Uh, ai-ain't no nigga like me 

What's up to my gang, big B's like a Breitling 

Take a nigga bitch she ride my dick like she cycling 

Then she can't walk, run, or jump like white men 

Uh, fu-fuck you niggas want do 

No Ceilings let the bullets rain on you 

Weezy F, the F is for fuck what you going to do 

Make you people mourn you 

Haha, okay let's do it 

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