Lil Wayne - It`s Good (Feat. Drake) Lyrics:
[Jadakiss]
I`m as real as they come, I follow the rules
I`m still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don`t f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, s**t is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I`m pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don`t sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words ni**a, do your thing

[Drake]
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He`s just angry at you ni**as who dont have your heart in your rap s**t
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin` lies about me, aww yeah i must`ve made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin` in that s**t hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my ni**a out

[Lil Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that bulls**t
Ni**as act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne`s World, and y`all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
Two glock 40`s, ni**a you got 80 problems
Swimmin` in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck about `em
I just came home, s**t then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot ni**a, steal toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin `bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that `how much you love your lady` money
I know you fake ni**a, press your brakes ni**a
I`ll take you out, that`s a date ni**a
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin`
I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, tempur-pedic
This s**ts a game of chess, you ni**as think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah `tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My ni**as hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Ni**a, Im straight, my girl a fa**ot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad

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