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Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
andy ayaz
andy ayaz
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Eufradis Rodriguez
Eufradis Rodriguez
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Mpembele Elton
Mpembele Elton
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Ozhora Miyagi
Ozhora Miyagi
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andy ayaz
andy ayaz
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Lyrics

Oh yeah Uh, uh, uh No me hables así Don't talk to me crazy, yeah, be there in the mornin' I'm havin' a ball, get with you tomorrow, yeah I'm goin' crazy, no one can fade me Look what it made me Fucking amazin', comin' from basement Look at their faces, look at 'em changin' Life is amazin', look at this change and Imagine it's caged in, imagine us (uh) Imagine us anywhere other than this I don't wan' talk about people I miss Same time a shooter is takin' a hit I'm in the studio makin' a hit She in the mirror just makin' a fit I'm in the game and I'm makin' this quick How many more do they think I'ma get How many more and I'm takin' this shit I'm from somewhere far away Keep the police far away She said, "Put that scarf away Don't you put your scars away" I need woman all the day Think I'm Jigga, modern day Even after we just ate We still out here huntin' prey Don't talk to me crazy (Hahahahaha) Don't talk to me crazy, yeah, be there in the mornin' I'm havin' a ball, get with you tomorrow, yeah I'm goin' crazy, no one can fade me Look what it made me Don't talk to me brazy That's chalk on the pavement I'm ballin' you savin' My daughter is datin', please, my nigga, don't talk to her crazy I'm saucin', I'm gravy And I don't need no favours And I park the Mercedes right on the pavement And skate with my skaters And you sorry, you hatin' She from Saudi Arabia And her homie from Asia, oh my God, they naughty by nature Doctor Evil, Doctor Strange And Doctor Jekyll, and Mister Hyde, they call me a patient Damn, I'm caught in the matrix Damn, I'm horny and wasted Damn, that's fornication Damn, not talk to the agents I don't fuck with twelve, but they call me Tom Brady I ball like the Patriots I sent you to Hell, and you should tell Satan that I'm the real Satan And it's young moola baby Don't drive down the way, baby, the weapons is drawn I got the eraser I'm rockin' these lasers, watch and the bracelets My lil' mama do vapour But you don't want smoke, you talk to me crazy, I'ma go crazier Don't talk to me crazy (yeah), yeah, be there in the mornin' (Euro) I'm havin' a ball (yup), get with you tomorrow (yeah, yeah), yeah I'm goin' crazy (yeah, yeah), no one can fade me (yeah, yeah) Look what it made me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), look what it made me Look what it made me Look what it made me Look what it made me
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Eufradis Rodriguez, Kundisa Elton Mpembele, Andrew Ayaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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