Throwed Off-Lil Wayne

[00:00.85]Lil' Wayne - Throwed Off（feat. Gudda Gudda） [00:04.96]Album:Sorry 4 The Wait [00:07.03] [00:25.98]Yeah, [00:26.48]Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms [00:30.48]Bad b***h on my arm with a Halle Berry bod [00:33.80]You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah [00:36.54]Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller [00:40.04]I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I [00:43.54]Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box [00:46.67]Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts [00:49.85]What the **** you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it ou [00:53.37]Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it out [00:56.62]Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out [00:59.99]Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin' [01:03.23]Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard [01:06.75]I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie [01:10.17]Get her to the crib and make her f-ck everybody [01:13.99]You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody [01:17.37]In the rap game, so it's f-ck everybody [01:21.06] [01:22.06]Married to the mob, bury you alive [01:25.05]My girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a God [01:28.37]And I came in this b***h with my nigga [01:30.68]Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah [01:35.32]I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin' [01:38.43]Blood gang nigga, big V's, Boston Brui [01:41.62]I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to i [01:45.00]Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it [01:48.38]I go tough, I go stupid [01:51.26]Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with [01:54.57]F-ck you with a pool stick [01:56.02]Make you swallow tooth picks [01:57.59]F-ckin' right, we ruthless [01:59.12]We done watched too many movies [02:00.83]Then smoked too many doobies [02:02.65]Murk you out, then deuces [02:04.27]We don't know what truce is [02:05.90]That bullet proof vest so useless [02:07.65]Flag red like bruises [02:09.22]Shoot ya head with them uzis [02:10.98]I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig [02:15.49]I load up the cig, point it at ya wig [02:18.42]Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge [02:21.84]We don't give a f-ck, and we ain't never did [02:25.10]Shit, three words you never hear, let him liv [02:28.66]I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off [02:31.69]I break these b*****s down, I break these hoes of [02:35.05]Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape [02:38.32]Public apology, sorry for the wait