Lil’ Wayne – Spitter Lyrics

[Chorus:]

Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat

Call yo click [x2]

Squeez yo clip hit tha right one pass tha weed

Gotta lite one [Repeat]

[Verse 1:]

Wat ya mammy told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders

Told ya I’ll be back I’m commin I got that tolamansoda

Dats blood all ova ya sofas

Blood all ova ya postas,

Blood all ova ya sholdas,

Blood all ova tha strollas,

Do that shit I done that shit it’s Weezy Baby

He’s a baby put that nigga run that shit

Make that money come back quick

Take that money from that bitch

She know wat it be M-O-B

Pistol write the M-I-Re

You know wat it be M-O-Me

Bitches know were that lime lead 2 words

Room key, where? Penthouse Suiet

Wear not a damn thing

I’m here batabambing

My hand bing

My wrist bling

My neck bling

My ear bling

Supa bowl ring bitch

Cash money young money

Supa bowl team bitch

Money, money, money, money

I’m true to those things bitch

You with those pussy hoes I shoot at those queens bitch

This Is New Orleans bitch,

Murder, dope fein shit!

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[Verse 2:]

Wat ya papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soilders

I told ya i’m comin back I got that Tolamatola

Dats blood all ova ya rova

Blood all ova ya shofa

Blood all ova ya lofa’s

If I get in to close thats

Blood all ova my toasta

Blood all ova my hosta

I’m in em’ Es-Cas that’s

Blood all ova my hova’s (Fuck)

I’m hustlin with a Motive

My niggas need me

The a tiger In my pocket

Say “Feed me” It’s greedy

See them niggas

Jack them niggas

Kill them niggas

Wack them niggas

Ask them bitches

Ask them niggas

Weezy Baby that tha nigga

Catch me smashin In tha Vee

Matchin seats, matchin feet

Sheesh that bitch too sweet fa tha streetz

Got that key for tha leaf, that feast the beef

No need to speak, let It be wat It be

Niggas want piece, I make em’ leave here

Piece by piece

Fuck me

Fuck you

Wat it is

Wat it do

I’ve been ready since 81′ and I was born I 82′

Holleygrove where I’m from

but we call that bitch tha Zoo

I ain’t neva trust a bitch since she ate that forrbidden fruit

Sucka free,

sucka proof,

50 shots,

Cut em Loose

Quarter back weezy baby

Shotgun, run and shoot

Comin true youngin do wat youngin do ball baby

at Home Furnacatin, homie by tha phone waitin

Got-Damn

-I-Am

-A-Man

-Tha-Man

-Tha-Mu

-Tha-Fuck

-Ing-Pre-Sident

Bitch

[Chorus]