Lil Wayne and Yung Berg - Bitch Please

Bitch please, you ain't never met a nigga like me
Stop lyin' bitch please, bitch please
And ya nigga ain't nothin' like me
Stop lyin nigga please, nigga please
My goons got guns on deck put yo picture on t
Now say cheese, and you can die or live off of Iv's

Now let me get that hand clap
Yah, let me get that hand clap
I'm rich and black I'm young and strapped
You goin' get yo man clapped
You goin' get yo clan clapped
You goin' get saran wrapped, like where the van at?

We come and wake you up, where you layin' at?
We drop your body off where ya fam at?
Like fuck that Like damn that
Sit ya pussy ass down if you can't stand that

I make yo shirt look like yo favorite color crayon
Goin' at these bitch niggas head
Like I stand back ain't shit goody bitch nigga stand back
I ain't from St Louis, but you can get ram shacked

Look into my eyes ho, look into my eyes ho
And yeah I do numbers, except five-0
And I'll be with my zoe, we call him Brisco
And Youngin' got the beat poppin' like Crisco
And Weezy got this shit crackin' like Nabisco
Brim low, all I can see is my flow
What's up Chicago? What's up New Orleans? And if ya strapped squeeze

And tell the fuck nigga please
Nigga please My goons got guns on deck
Nigga D-I-E or live off Iv's It's Ym with tha YB

Get 'em

Fresher than a baby's bottom crazy like insane asylums
Me and wayne sippin' lean out a baby's bottle
(Syrup) fake niggas relay around 'em they just tryna
See my face up in the paper column, mad cause I'm gettin'
Colin Farel paper chalie and my girl won't wear it
If it ain't kavali cute face, slim waist, call the baby Halle

Fuckin hoes doin shows my two favorite hobbies
Yeah And I'm fresh up off the scream tour bright lights
Big city you should come and see the show 13 girls
13th floor, 13 pills anything goes
I walk around with my crown on millionare and I ain't
Never throw a cap and gown on
Young boss, young money
Got the young title I hit her with the young dick and make her suicidal

Nigga please, would you tell yo sister
Babymama, wife, stop callin' me I'm busy getting money

Holla when you need me I be on dat goon shit known to
Ride or die for every nigga I fool with this O
G nigga show me loved but never let me in his house
Or intoduced me to his plug
So I asked him why you don't have a care in the world
He said you gotta learn alot and welcome to the underworld (underworld) yeah
Extortion, murder and every since then I've been a
Fuckin ninja turtle cowabunga

Young Brisc from HOOD ducked off in the old school
Marquis nigga please your woo game won't work think
You a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt
Berg, Weezy, look what I did to 'em choppa style
Gon' and put a cig to em'and you know how I know O
Silly cause I did all that shit with my babymama with me

Stop playin bitch nigga you don't know what I got tucked
In my pants it go blam, it go bam I'm sayin
I'm sayin, you playin put a dick up in your mouth boy
Watch what the fuck u sayin do you know who the fuck
I am bitch I'm a man

Now let me get that hand clap, that hand clap
Know what I'm sayin It's Yung Berg
Weezy, Brisco too damn hot hot damnn

Written by:
Dwayne Carter, Christian Ward

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