เพลง Pure Columbia (Explicit)

Pure Colombia - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

I can't trust these niggas throw some water on 'em

They say "Go to Hell " Okay I know the owner

Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein'

All these b**ches think they dimes watch me flip a coin

Thank You Jesus My dogs is off the leashes

Had to leave my spanish b**ch 'cause she was startin' to get suspicious

Tell The Beef I mean business suit and tie ni**a

You and all your dogs can get euthanize ni**a

Trigger happy ni**a I just can't stop smiling

Thank God I'm fly I had to thank my pilot

You think you're calling shots you got the wrong number

I love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother

Throw that p**sy throw that p**sy

And I don't want no throw back p**sy man f**k these p**sy-

A** niggas I lay back and ash Swishers

My new shoes is a**-kickers she drink cum like she had hiccups

Rest In Peace to my last victim

We be passing blunts they be passing judgement

5 blunts of that strong call that strength in numbers

AK's with Chiquitas you shell-shocked like Adidas

Whoever find your body finders keepers yeah

It's that pure Colombia

'Cause soon as the b**ch tasted it her tongue was numb

It's loaded so I just let her jump the gun

It's that Dedication 5 and another one I love it

Tunechi

Yeah free Scooter I'm outchea

Let's get it

I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp

This change of face on my Rollie shout out Lil Kim

Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage

Just looking for a b**ch to stay down like I'm throwing knives

Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him MacIntosh

I really beat that p**sy up them niggas shadow box

These niggas sending threats I'm a start sending hits

Bring me his head so I can make sure it's him

It's lonely at the top it's lonely at the top

I think I'm 'bout to jump niggas phony as a prop

Ain't nothing on me but this chop turn you your homies into slop

Put your brains all over the window people passing window shop

Like ugh this that pure Columbia

It's just us f**k the rest we got insomnia

Most likely I done f**ked that b**ch that's laying under ya

She said she trying to see me b**ch that's Stevie Wonderful

You better mind your business hitman with a hit list

YMCMB the world is ours seconds minutes

I'm a movie motherf**ker camera man are you getting this

Burning blunts like bridges turn up missing

Ahhhhh

We out here with that clean work these niggas selling remix we got clean work

Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse

You see I'm armed like a f**king short sleeve shirt

D5 what up five

Yeah