Believe That lyrics

Artist  : Lil Wayne 
Song : Believe That



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 f/ Blaque, Mannie Fresh



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[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]

Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that
daddy)

Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)

Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that
daddy)

You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)

Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that
daddy)

That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe
that daddy)

Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that
daddy)

It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)

Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)

Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)

Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)

And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)

Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)

Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)

Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that
daddy)

'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that
daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the
ladies

I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes

I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes

All the niggas on the block that got that work to
move



(Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne)

It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty
South

Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out

Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say

Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty
mouth

The hood still ain't got over the drout

So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch
over ya house

Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya
house

I'm a boss man, I watch over the South

Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy
(Lamborghini)

Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you
family

My boys like to pull them blammies, and big
pimp

Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy,
homey

You know we only, keepin it gangsta

Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber

All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy

This shit is over somebody cue me



(Chorus)



(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne)

You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man

Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see
me

Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me
Russell, man

I played on Martin, call me hustle, man

And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man

But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that
thunder

That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on
water

How do you want it, come through in a Coupe
powder blue or

High with water, how do you want it man

Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a
lot of hoopties dun

I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on
the road

For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you
how to do this son

That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya
stunned



(Chorus)