All I wanna do is love you more All I wanna do is hold you tight But you Shut me Out All I wanna do is look at you All I wanna do is kiss your lips But
be ready for the battle when the shit goes down Cause we warring All you fuckin yellow comets runnin from the front line If anybody wanna get away hey I
polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower tip I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite ya shit Pause, inhale
to know I think I wanna make you my girlfriend Way too fly, can't let you go I think I wanna make you my girlfriend Girl you the flyest, let me inside
wrong but tightened up all my business And now I'm making millions, everybody's social They really too emotional I don't have time to hold them I wanna
East Atlanta Nigga You A East Atlanta Bitch 5 Fingers Wit Da Fuck You Nigga Zone 6 [x4] [Verse 3:] I Got Dem Bank Teller Hands All I Do Is Count Cash
I b so iced up, Kushed up man All I wanna do is b like Gucci wen I gro up All I wanna do is (?) n git Dro'd up All she wanna do is by a ball n git snowed
I don't wanna be greedy Cause the salt might make you choke I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one, 'cause I don't wanna be greedy Because these
gold. I dun paid my way down this yellow brick road. I rememebr sellin' all I own. Now all I do is sell out of all my shows. All eyes on me while I'm
Off In Our Truck [Chorus:] When I Hit The Parkin Lot And The 5th Wheel Drop You Know Damn Well, You Dont Wanna See Me, All Eyes On Me When I'm Fresh
You pay about $5,000 a plate [Havoc] No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz like a bid The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib Do your dirt, I do my dirt all
put a haze on my blunt I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out 'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth Forget a hotel
we can stare at the morning (yup) But I can't be there all morning Girl I'm a pimp, I'm going, going, going, gone [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] I'm Sorry I was
And the trunks straight jumpin, BITCH! I can't hear nuthin' Though I might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's, And in the Lambroghini I do doughnuts
I Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus I open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car service Ya'll nervous, I ain't back yet I'm on extended
Chorus:] I just wanna party [x3] We blowin smoke in the air, drinkin ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin I just wanna party I just wanna party [
suckas I got that in living color All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors All I do is fuck 'em once, and I don't call or
do your freaky freaky dance hey ho I like dat hey ho I like dat wait a minute all my fellas in the back were you at all my fellas in the back were you
