Dusse Lyrics - Lil Wayne

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and shit... 

Word to God 

Hov, fuck with ya boy 

Okay nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em 

Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbin' for pollen 

We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minors 

And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup 

I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas 

Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga 

I been did my time, I'm getting better with time 

But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard 

I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos 

My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal 

Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed 

I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah 

Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless twins 

Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens 

In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs 

Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns 

Yes, lord 

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We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro 

Tina turn up in this bitch 

We got Lauren in this bitch 

Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky 

Steph in this bitch 

Yah dig? 

What's up Brandon!? 

Lego! 

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin 

Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage 

The world is mine, I am selfish 

I am a shark, fuck them shellfish 

Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis 

Nigga, please 

Pops treated mom like Billie Jean 

Like hot sauce, I put it on everything 

I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything, everything 

Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio 

She say "Tune, do me slow" 

How many fish did Hootie blow? 

I don't know, fuck who knows? 

I got a redbone with two golds 

And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson 

That bitch gon' need a new nose 

I ain't got time for you hoes 

Shit I only have two goals 

And that is "Get Money, Get Money" 

Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the Maybach 

Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at 

Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland 

And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams 

I ain't stuntin' these niggas 

Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas 

Wayne-chung bitch! 

More than one bitch 

This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch 

From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit 

You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip 

Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon 

Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? 

I might get money, fuck bitches 

Kill niggas and smoke weed 

I'm married to this real shit 

And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves 

Do it for my hood 

That 44 ain't no good 

You better bring that chopper 

Cause we gon' have them choppers 

Yeah I do it for my hood 

That 45 ain't no good 

You better bring the chopper 

Cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga 

We gon' have them choppers 

We gon' have them choppers 

You better bring the chopper 

Cause we gon' have them choppers, yeah 

We gon' have them choppers 

We gon' have them choppers 

You better bring the chopper 

Cause we gon' have them choppers, nigga 

Mula! 

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My nigga Hood in this bitch 

Still on that D'usse 

Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother 

He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse 

Threw up on the owner 

Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back 

He wanted half of the money back 

Twist took all the money and left 

That's some Young Money shit 

Soo Woo to the B gang 

Rest in peace Cedar Frogg