I Took Her Lyrics - The Drought Is Over Part 4 - Lil Wayne

Sweet street pusha 

Gimme that gusha 

Nasty stuff (look up) 

I took her 

[verse 1: Lil Wayne] 

I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist, cute face 

Girl if thats you then put yo info in my two way. 

Girl you a star me and you can make a movie 

She said them diamonds on my chain look like kool-aid 

And when im gone she be missing me like school days. 

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[verse 2:] 

Alright, i like a bitch 

That like a bitch 

Fucking right im rich 

And i aint gettin hitched 

Im gettin paid in full 

Just call me money mitch 

Ballin like tony gwen 

[verse 3:] 

Im never lonely in that penthouse 

And all the time a nigga thinks shes at her friends house 

Ok i put the phantom up and bought the bent' out 

Its weezy baby bitch im hot like all the vents out... 

Haha 

[chorus x4] 

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It go hollygrove, seventeen, cambelton, eagle street 

Runnin with my hood til my feet gets sore 

Run up on them boys and you aint runnin no more 

I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle 

And the guns go [drum beat]... haha 

Why ya boyfriend acting like secret service 

Ima get you by yourself and get my secret service 

Im on the purple urple and now the earth is bouncin 

Ive climbed the highest mountain 

And baby girl the coupe is fountain blue 

You see them green and yellow diamonds call it mountain dew 

I got the crib in the sky with city view 

And i take a skinny bitch if her titties new 

Hahaha 

Now what it do 

[chorus x4] 

Gucci shoes, gucci buckle, gucci belt, gucci bucket 

Sharper than the yellow number 2, i doesnt what i do 

And if you didnt know, now you knew 

I am the fireman 

Red truck yellow suit... 

And i treat money like glue 

You know i gotta stick to the paper... 

You know im like a staple 

Thats why i got the cashmoney right above my navel 

Young money is the label 

Money, bitches and cable 

We multiplyin money, sittin at the time table... haha 

So holla at a nigga when you see me on the grind 

And bust that pussy open like we runnin out of time 

And dont say a word 

Just act like a mime 

The girl may be yours but the pussy is mine 

Okay