Lil Wayne - Throwed Off (Freestyle) Lyrics
Throwed Off (Freestyle)
ok, i walk up in the club, louies with the cherry bottoms
bad bitch on my arm with a hale berry body
you know what i do i get straight to the mula
wrist wear frigid and my watch is a fran ula
i’m reppin young mula, gi-girl times two ah
remember when i used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
now i got 2 large accounts with money stacks in large amounts
the fuck you niggers talk about? cause we ain’t trying to talk it out
pistol hanging on my jeans it ain’t a thing to stalk it out
…choppers start to sing in an ring in and out
you know what i’m sipping, purple got me tripping
scoop your chick up and let her lick me like a lizard
i’m on salt peace chilling and i’m trying to fuck every hotty
get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody
you know the team is young money over everybody
in the rap game so it’s fuck everybody
married to the mob, bury you alive
my girl pussy feel like heaven to a god
and i came in this bitch with my niggers
… i ain’t no fucking babysitter
yeah, i be doing me don’t give a fuck about what you doing
blood gang bitch big d’s …
i can do this shit eyes closed, nothing to it
when this fucking body up they ain’t even try to view it
i go tough, i go stupid
murk your pussy ass, and everyone you in cahoots with
fuck you with a pool stick, make you swallow toothpicks
fucking right me ruthless, we don’t watch too many movies
and smoke too many doobies murk you out and deuces
we don’t know what truce is, … like bruises
…i swear, i ain't a dealer i’m a user ya dig
i load up the cig point it at you wig
pull over on a highway, throw you off the bridge
we don’t give a fuck, and we ain’t never did
shit, 3 words you’ll never hear, let him live...
you got me … off, i break these bitches down,
i break these hoes off, the torture is my name
i got gutter on the tape
public apology, sorry for the wait, yeah.
