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LIL WAYNE - Off The Rip (Freestyle) Lyrics

(Hook)
I'mma ride with my dawg off the rip
Talk brown bag, paper tag off the rip
Shawty came through, bent it ova off the rip
Dope boy bad, poppin' tags off the rip
Nigga, I done started from the bottom
Dirty money off the rip
Cuttin' short fee, talkin' money off the rip
Walk up in the dealer, 150 off the rip
My dawg came home, buck fifty off the rip

(Post-Hook)
Oh me, oh my my mine, cut dope
Don't need more cry now, off the rip (x2)
40 know his head off (off the rip)
Chop chop these niggas sped off (off the rip)

(Verse)
Rarri lookin' good on the strip
Stack a hundred mill as a muthafucking grip
Johnny hand cuffed ten milli off the rip
Shawty bought her friends off the rip
Used to bust it open, eatin' pussy off the rip
Once I'm gettin' blood money, we're the crip
My dawg gettin' out, money always off the rip
Spend a car note on my fit
Maneuve bowl hanging off my clip
Niggas wonder like a skit
I'll push ya on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Built an empire, brick by brick, boy
Coke boys over rip, boy

(Post-Hook)

(verse 2)
Old guns get the bloody money
Dirty cash, live niggas who smoke weed
Can't see stash, ya donkey walk, I'm hunchback
Speak quiet, talkin' bout mi casa
Scared to death when I pop up

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Got my homeboys here, so let me put my gun up
Price on ya head, where do I get rung up
I be with scumbags, all about that humbug
While niggas savin' hoes, like dun-dun-dun-dun-dun
Choke yo ass with nunchucks, trunk full of blum-blums
Young Money, young guns, heroes, unsung
Give that bitch pompoms, touchdown my nigga
Sitting on my money, a junk pile my nigga
Don't ya come round my niggas
Don't come round my nigga
We balling, neva committing dumb fouls my nigga
We been hustling, since Mike Tyson punch out my nigga
Feds listenin' OKAY, that's enough bout my niggas
Yeah sipping on a little some somethin', mind yo business
Got these hoes waiting while I'm doing calisthenics
And she give me head while her lips move a mile a minute
And the bitch ya kissing on just came out the clinic
I ain't lying, nigga I ain't finished
Smokin' on that good weed, what's that scent? Not a penny
Montana, Corleone, Capone, Gotti, Nitti
I can't show 'em how I do it, nah, only how I did it
Lil Tunechi
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