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It's time to give me mine Lyricsby Lil' Wayne Buy album CD: The Drought Is Over Part. 4 [Chorus] Been running for too long [x3] It's time to give me mine Time to time to give me mine, time to give me mine Benn running for too long, it's time to give me mine [Lil Wayne] I'm so far ahead man What they talking bout, Fee, they ain't saying shit It could weak a whole court, like Stan Smith Or Judge Judy, you niggas betta shoot me Cause I bought my mans a glock, and I bought myself a uzi Don't confuse me, no they don't amuse me I come after the money, like Wednesday come after Tuesday I told Stunna I'm wylin', he say don't worry I got ya He told me, cut the heads off, and bring 'em back for papa Yea, dem niggas gettin scurred, word All dat talkin, just a whole bunch of verb Pussy ass nigga got a whole bunch of nerve I have 'em put yo picture on a whole bunch of shirts I smoke a lot of weed, and drink a whole bunch of syrup I like brain, so I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds Heh, I am number 1 Cause 2 is not a winner, and no one remembers third [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Wizzle F. Baby, yea (bitch!) See, money is the topic, baby See, I'm a giant, all these otha niggas mockin, baby They microscopic, baby Big crib, I can't even hear 'em knockin, baby Headed to the top, like I'm tied to a rocket, baby To all the foreign woman, let's make a tropic, baby I got so many bitches, I could make a combilation I'd like to thank the haters, for yo cooperation I got dat docter chopper, give you an operation Nigga this is my crusaders, kill for confromation We all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste 'em I hope they momma raised 'em, cause they got bitch ways If they don't pay for ya, they get ya back dead Real talk, stop walkin on ya back legs Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage I used to tote a 32 up in my crack days I tote dat AK-47 in my rap days [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I'm comin, Wizzle F. Baby (bitch!), yeah Come and get it, anyone can get it But since I'm the president, I'll be a lil more politic I'm chillin in the clinic Cause dats how many nurses, I got working on my dizzick Snakes in the grass, rats, lizards But 'round here, snitches don't exist like wizards Hoe this ain't punch, I'm sippin on some sizzurp I roll a fat joint, and do my fingers like scissors Da game so cold, I done had my share of blizzards But now I got dat big money runnin like rivers, nigga I'm hear to get my shit straight, burner on the hip waist Leave a nigga street full of bones, like a fish plate Yea, I'm from the hood, but now I'm livin in a rich way Swear I got on my knees, and thanked God for this day So say what you wanna say I need to throw a cup of water in my face 1st place, I... [Chorus]
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