Dipset Pt.2 Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Dipset Pt. 2 

Kush, good kush 

Weezy, dip dip 

Wayne, set set 

And I grip techs, leave em waterbed wet 

And I know just where to put these hollowtips 

His chest, his chest, his chest 

Aiyo I take on a gang a gangs, anythang 

Animals oragitangs 

Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes when I make it rain 

I got a whole collection 

I got a dope connection 

I got a coke connection 

I got a dope infection 

No homo, my flow is hard as an erection 

So that's why its fuck the world wit protection 

Pay attention to the lecture 

My words carry life like a stretcher 

Yeah, you know young wayne in here 

Smellin team spirit, like kurt cobain was here 

Yeah, yeah we got them thangs in here 

And we will bang in here 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

And the bank is here 

Lincoln's here, Grants is here 

Jackson's here, Franklin's here 

Them dead mufuckas 

And the drank is here, dank is here 

Stank in here, gangstas here 

Wankstas feel, that red mufucka 

And my city hot, ride wit the itchy cock 

Coupe wit the titties popped 

Where the fuckin city cop 

And I got the haters like, "When will he stop?" 

Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks 

I'm a nutcase, uptown's my birthplace 

They feel me comin like the weekend on thursday 

We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet 

I hope you boys ready, because I'm jet set 

And when I come up in the building you already know 

Bitch wet, bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck now 

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Yes, um, gloves, drawls, socks, tees 

All made by Ralph Laureen 

No shades just, my eyeballs watchin em 

Tattoos on top of them, igloos for watches 

And champagne for breakfast, and 

Sports cars for lunch, and pussy for dinner 

I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner 

Ask the paparazzi, I'm in the mazeratti 

Ridin shotti, bad bitch, clyde and bonnie 

I call her Kammie, that's short for kamikaze 

She called me daddy and never short wit daddy money 

Its Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey 

I'm never broke, never have a cast on me 

Always paid, always got cash on me 

I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry 

I'm a phantom hauler, a shooter not a brawler 

And ya girlfriends a determined Carter caller 

Control a bitch, and let a nigga hold a bitch 

Put her on the corner shit, and let her make a porno flick 

She would play the roll again 

Whenever she roll again, pop a pill and roll again 

Now we on the roll again 

I work her, work her 

Tell her be my slave, bitch I'm paid 

Out my cage, I just can't feel my face 

With Santana, we wild riders like Al Queda 

Supreme dada, young mula, Bird Junior, yeah 

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