Believe That Lyrics

Believe That lyrics

f/ Blaque, Mannie Fresh



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[Chorus - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)]

Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy)

Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy)

Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy)

You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy)

Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy)

That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy)

Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy)

It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy)

Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy)

Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy)

Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy)

And she go both ways (Believe that daddy)

Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy)

Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy)

Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy)

'Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies

I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes

I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes

All the niggas on the block that got that work to move



(Verse 1 - Lil' Wayne)

It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South

Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out

Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say

Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth

The hood still ain't got over the drout

So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house

Nigga we tymin', the cost of my watch over ya house

I'm a boss man, I watch over the South

Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)

Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family

My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp

Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey

You know we only, keepin it gangsta

Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber

All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy

This shit is over somebody cue me



(Chorus)



(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne)

You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man

Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me

Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man

I played on Martin, call me hustle, man

And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man

But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder

That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water

How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or

High with water, how do you want it man

Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun

I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road

For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son

That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned



(Chorus)