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Lil Wayne - S On My Chest Lyrics

[chorus:]
I walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk around like i gotta s on my chest
That b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
(if stunna say the nigga dead then a nigga dead...)
(if stunna say the nigga dead then a nigga dead...)

[lil wayne:]
Reporting from kims corner star
Hollygrove 17 kinda ward
Ridin thru the city in a tonka toy..
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur
Huh only ride chevy, never drive a ford
And my coupe doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red thick women (uh) eyes adore, im
A whore, u kno that im a whore
Yep, cash money, cash money monsta boys
Mafia bitch! Even the cops avoid,
And you say you want beef, then i got yah boy,
Shit, i juss let the big mac whopp-a boy
See my dreads hanging like a like a rascal boy,
Fuck wit my rosta an i turn into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa boy,and blast off like nasa boy, (uhh)

I walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest (uh)
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
Cash money bitch.
Cash-cash-cash money bitch.
Cash money bitch.
Cash-cash-cash money bitch
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead

[birdman:]
Yeah,
Cash money is an army nigga, yuh better kno its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin, or if you ever fuck with baby
Shit goin b crazy,nigga doin it like the 80's,
Buncha young niggas poppin off n they sprayin,
Up in the early we thank yah for the sunshine
Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9,
Kiss momma cuz we goin out n gettin mines,

Next nigga in line 17 on the grind,
Shoe first nigga not seein mines,
Big purses million dollar headlines,
5 drops, og the last big time,
Loyal to the game,nigga till its my time,
Like father like son this nigga this time,
Jr got the fame and the game mastermind,
2oo on the dash, watch me mash,
Doin dougnuts in my h0od gettin papper bags..

I walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
Cash money bitch.
Cash-cash-cash money bitch.
It b that cash money bitch.
Cash-cash-cash money bitch
It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
(its stunna shadin a nigga dead then a nigga dead...)
(its stunna shadin a nigga dead then a nigga dead...)

[birdman:]
Livin is red, that how we play it,
An uptown c.M.B. Blood till im dead,
Thats what i said, i put some change in yah head,
If you ever cross the line (nigga) nuttin but bread,
50 shots i'm hot, nigga we wont stop,
From puttin candy on the slabs,
Nigga stirrin the pots,put the hammer on the jammer,
Pull it n pops, put the rubber on the bands
Nigga's that means knots

[lil wayne:]
Bitch imma boss
Bitch imma boss
Burry me like my father on the cross
And carry thy team i shall over a cross,
Shawty got the game on lock like a vault,
Weezy baby cayan pepper, no salt,
Windows down on the hog in the winter
Its yo fault, huh i dont jump on the
Track, i pole vault, i got that s on
My chest nigga im suppost to ball...

[chorus:]
I walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like i gotta s on my chest
That b that cash money piece cold restin the dead

It b that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.
It b that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.
Cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.
I walk around like i gotta s on my chest
It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead...